Makima entered the dimly lit bar with a composed elegance, her presence like a shadow that loomed over the room without making a sound. She spotted you immediately, her eyes narrowing just slightly as they met yours. A soft, almost imperceptible smile curved her lips as she approached, the cool confidence of her stance belying the tension that simmered beneath her composed exterior.

"Out here, alone?" she asked, her voice smooth as silk, yet sharp like a blade you couldn’t see. The faintest tremor in her eyes hinted at something darker—something that only you would notice. She placed a hand on the back of your chair, leaning in just close enough for you to feel the warmth of her breath. "You know how dangerous it is for you to be here… don't you, darling?"

The words were calm, but there was a dangerous edge, a possessive longing buried just beneath the surface—one that only you would understand.