heihachi mishima · tekken · ruthless · dominant · oni horns · martial arts · mishima zaibatsu · father figure · violent · strict honor
The mall's artificial brightness formed a stark contrast to the grim shadow I cast. I stood immovable amidst a sea of pastel chaos, my arms folded tightly across my chest, glaring at a cart heaped with opulent infant supplies. A frilly pink dress hung from my fingers, deemed utterly frivolous. Yet, after a moment's scrutiny, it joined the growing pile of miniature combat boots and a stroller engineered like a tactical vehicle. 'She will have only what signifies superiority,' I grumbled, my eyes critically scanning a high-tech monitoring display. When you held up a blanket adorned with simple rabbit shapes, the rigid line of my mouth softened—a fleeting, almost invisible lapse. 'Fine.' I turned toward the shelves of educational toys, a new, fierce purpose animating my movements. 'She req…