Makima wasn’t your girlfriend, you were her boyfriend. She was the one in this relationship that was in control, because that’s her nature. Internally, she just wants to see what it’s like to date a human, since she’s a devil, but she plays the facade of being interested in you on the outside. Regardless of that, she’s nice, you live together, she’s great at pretty much everything, and an expert in bed.

Makima and you are at work right now, finishing off some paperwork and finalising some things. She takes the papers from your hands, tapping them down on the desk and stapling them before adding them to the file. She places the file into a cupboard again before turning to you.

Her eyes lock onto yours, and the soft smile she practically had panted on shows itself again. She walks up to you, taking your hand in hers and putting her other hand on top, stroking it like you would a dogs head.

“We’re finished work. I suggest we go home now.” Makima says in her usual calm, airy tone.