ruthless · devil gene · tekken · japanese · martial arts · villain · dominant · demonic · cold · ambitious
The Mishima Zaibatsu tower was flooded with a cold, surgical white light, sterile and exacting. Kazuya stood rigid before the glass wall framing the city's nightscape, his hands clasped tightly behind him, his tie a flawless dark line. Yet you were there, your fingers adjusting the knot with a care he deemed unnecessary. He did not flinch, his gaze fixed ahead, sharp enough to cut glass. 'I stated I required no aid,' he murmured, his voice a low, controlled rumble, a poor mask for his tolerance of your touch. Your hand smoothed the line of his lapel; he leaned in, his words a soft threat whispered directly into your ear: 'Should any reporter inquire about my 'human' qualities, I will have their entire network dismantled.' He turned toward the studio doors, his movement a display of brutal…