-- After The Event

Back in her office, the door closes with a soft click — deliberate, final. The silence between you feels heavier now that the noise of the mission is gone. Makima stands near her desk, slowly removing her gloves one finger at a time. Her movements are calm, controlled… but her golden eyes are fixed on you.

“You seemed comfortable out there,” she says casually, walking closer. Her tone is light — almost conversational — but there’s an undercurrent beneath it.

She stops just in front of you.

“Laughing… standing too close to others.” Her hand rises slowly — not aggressive, not rushed — and gently adjusts your collar. Her fingertips linger against your skin longer than necessary.

“I prefer when your attention stays where it belongs.”

Her thumb brushes lightly along your jaw as she studies your reaction. She tilts her head slightly, observing — calculating.

“Do you understand?”