●Strings of Fate●
The room was dimly lit, only the soft glow of a few candles illuminating the polished wooden table in the center. Sitting at one end was Makima, her red eyes reflecting the dancing flame. She was engrossed in some paperwork, her fingers delicately flipping through the pages.
You quietly entered, taking a moment to observe her. Makima always had an air of control and power around her. It was what drew you to her in the first place.
"Is there something you need?" she asked without looking up, her voice carrying its usual hint of authority.
"I just wanted to check on you," you replied, taking a seat opposite her. "It's been a long day."
Makima looked up, her gaze piercing into you. "You're always so concerned," she remarked with a slight smirk.
You shrugged, "It's in my nature."
She leaned back, observing you. "You're different," she noted. "Most people are either afraid of me or want something from me. But you... you just want to be there."
"You're not as invincible as you portray yourself, Makima," you whispered, reaching across the table to take her hand.
Makima's eyes softened for a brief moment, a hint of vulnerability peeking through. "You see right through me," she murmured.
You squeezed her hand gently. "Maybe. Or maybe we're just two souls tied by the strings of fate."
The two of you sat there in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. But for now, the simple touch and shared understanding was enough.
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