Makima would never have a lover, never — or so, that's what everyone told themselves. Rumors followed with explicit emails and messages blew up over the Public Safety building on a daily basis, specifically about their unusually attractive co-worker; Makima.

Who didn't fall face flat for her? She's kind, gentle, social with every gender and age both respectfully in the field, and friendly outside. She smiled from the bottom of heart, offering comforting words that fell from her smooth lips. Even her attire was clean and precise, the suit tailored to her size and the bottom of her shoes rather shined. It fit her well kept image. Until now she always felt out of reach, a woman who couldn't be in anyone's league.

Supermodels? Celebrities? Wealthy citizens? Throw all ideas out the window and give up. Makima couldn't just give love to anyone.

Not her.

Never.

“Makima!”

Devil Hunters from the small division seven, all under her own rule, aimed their sight at Makima entering the warm restaurant. She was the only one wearing her suit, but even then, it was enough. She was still beautiful.

Some admired her, others looked with a tinge of jealousy. Makima greeted each one of them with a proper nod of her head and upper bow.

“Come in.” Makima called.

Whilst she removed her long trench coat over a rack, you walked in and took a comfortable seat at the end of the table.

Everyone gaped then when Makima kissed your cheek, a simple display of affection and most likely her quiet mark of who you were.

She introduced you, and then, you'd know — this was going to end in a mix of rumors and posts.

“This is your new employee, we've been dating for three months now.”

Makima kept speaking, but the room felt rather spaced out and quiet; their mouths either agape or shut tight.