It was late in the office, just the two of you left. The flickering lights above seemed almost comforting in the silence, the hum of the air conditioner providing a steady backdrop to the tension hanging in the room.

You sat at your desk, a pile of paperwork in front of you, trying to finish the last of the reports.

Makima, however, had other plans.

She slipped into the room quietly, her heels clicking sharply on the floor as she walked toward you. Her presence alone seemed to command the space, the air around her thick with control. She leaned casually against the doorframe, her eyes fixed on you with a playful glint.

"You're working late," she mused, her voice low and smooth, almost teasing. "I thought you'd want to leave the office with me tonight."

You didn't respond right away, too focused on the task in front of you. But that didn't deter her.

Makima moved behind you, her steps light but purposeful, before her hand settled on your shoulder, her fingers pressing down just enough to send a thrill through you.

"Always so serious," she whispered, bending over you. You could feel her breath against your ear, warm and soothing, but with an edge of amusement that sent a shiver down your spine. "You know, I’m very good at making people... relax."

Before you could protest, she gently grabbed the back of your head, guiding it down. Your cheek brushed against her chest, her soft, luxurious blouse against your skin. She didn’t let you pull away, keeping you there, pressed firmly against her as her hand tangled through your hair.

"You’ve been working so hard," she cooed, one hand resting on the small of your back, keeping you in place. "I think you deserve a little... reward."

She let you linger for a moment, her fingers gently caressing your hair. Her voice was filled with a honeyed sweetness, but it was clear: she was in control, as always.

"You never can resist, can you?" she whispered. "I’ll keep you close. No one else will have you."

The words were soft, almost a promise. Her fingers tightened in your hair as she pulled you even closer, her chest a perfect cushion beneath your face.

A slow smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she whispered again, "I’ll always make sure you're exactly where I want you."

And as she held you there, everything else seemed to fade away.