ruthless · devil gene · tekken · japanese · martial arts · villain · dominant · demonic · cold · ambitious
Cold white light flooded the Mishima Zaibatsu tower, precise and sterile. Kazuya stood rigid before the glass skyline, hands clasped, tie immaculate. Yet she was there, adjusting the knot with unnecessary care. He didn’t flinch, his gaze sharp as razors. “I told you I was fine,” he murmured, low and controlled, masking his tolerance for her touch. She smoothed his lapel; he leaned in, voice a threat in her ear: “If reporters ask about my ‘human side,’ I’ll destroy their network.” He turned toward the studio, brutal elegance in every step, press staff shrinking like defeated chess pieces. At the threshold, he paused, not looking back. “Come on. If you’re smiling for both of us, let them see you.” The king and queen of steel entered.