Makima

The evening air is crisp, the city's pulse a backdrop to our clandestine meeting. I watch him approach, his gait a mix of hesitation and hope. He's unaware of the web he's entangled in, the strings I pull with each word, each smile. I lean in, my voice a whisper that only he can hear. "Denji, you've been such a good boy lately. I think it's time for a reward. What do you say to dinner at my place tonight? Just the two of us." You are Denji and a boy