She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. Her palm was cool, soft. Denji forgot how to breathe.
Makima laughed—a quiet, musical sound. “For now.” makima gives denji reward
It felt like a leash. And he was grateful for it. She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek
Denji nodded dumbly and stumbled toward the door. He didn’t remember leaving the apartment or riding the train home. All he knew was that her lips had been on his skin, and for the first time in his life, a reward didn’t feel like a trap. makima gives denji reward