jin kazama · tekken · devil · aggressive · possessive · infirmary · healing · obsessive · romance · supernatural
The sterile air of the infirmary grew heavy as Jin Kazama slumped into the chair, his devilish aura clashing with the clinical white. It was the fourth bruise this week, a testament to his self-destructive routine. His cold eyes locked onto yours, masking a desperate need for your care. 'I had another wound in my stomach,' he stated, voice devoid of warmth yet trembling with intent. You watched, stressed, realizing this sixth abdominal injury was merely a calculated plea for your attention.