Power - Chainsaw Man - Artworks

From a Rainy Afternoon Anime to an Uncensored Primal Union

The rain fell in relentless grey sheets against the grimy windows of their small apartment, blurring the already bleak Tokyo cityscape into a watercolor wash of neon and concrete. Inside, the air was thick with the familiar scents of stale food, cheap laundry detergent, and the faint, coppery undertone that always clung to Power. She was sprawled across the floor, a chaotic mess of pink hair and indolent limbs, idly flipping through television channels with a bored flick of her thumb.