𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || Kazuya Mishima X Reader

四 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠

He had enough of that damn place. After concluding one of his usual business, Kazuya Mishima sat comfortably on the couch, looking at the ballroom and the people in it with a contemptuous air. Beautiful women approached him in the meantime, with the intention of seducing him every time he was there, but his frown was a sign of clear refusal to such useless frivolity...none of that really mattered to him.

Well, maybe because none of them really piqued his interest. And yet, his two-toned eyes scanned that place as if was the first time, until they settled on a blood-red skirt; compared to the other nights, what made the difference now was the face of that brunette girl sitting at the counter, without any company.

Kazuya narrowed his eyes at that unusual picture, noting her thoughtful expression while drinking a simple fruit smoothie and just this once, he wondered why such a woman was in such a place...not to mention the gazes around her, the man had noticed he wasn't the only one looking at her and this seemed to annoy him quite a bit.

He hated sharing things.

Anyway, he was about to look away when something unexpected happened right there...a few moments later, he saw the same girl with the red dress approaching a group of guys, talking to them and then forcing one of them to his knees with just a quick move of her body.

Despite the music and the shouting in there, Kazuya perfectly heard the groans of pain caused by your action and just stayed to enjoy the show a little longer, without lifting a finger.

And that was when he met her eyes, which stared wide open at him for a few seconds before breaking eye contact. At that point, Kazuya called the man in black on his right.

«The red one. Bring here.»

The other nodded and headed for the young target without asking questions.

• ● •

The evening was heating up and it wasn't just for the presence of so many people. You started sweating like you were running out of breath and those guys were literally surrounding you to not let you go...as you thought, you made a mistake in intervening of your own free will.

«You'll never sleep again at night, I assure you.» With the pain still in his wrist, the whiny thug closed the distance between him and you, which caused you to bump into someone's back «Hey, don't try to escape now—!»

This time, his wrist was gripped by a broad, gloved palm as he attempted to punch you across the face, thus returning to cry again in pain. You didn't understand what was going on, but clearly heard the mysterious man address you in a polite tone.

«Would you be so kind to follow me elsewhere, miss?»

You didn't expect such treatment, but you took the opportunity to get out of there, leaving the assholes speechless.

«Wait, where are you taking me?»

There, he left you the business card which reflected the sender's name, before taking you in a darker area and in front of the same man with whom you had crossed damn eyes.

«Oh shit.»

You hadn't said that out loud, fortunately, but panic had clouded your mind for some while, as Kazuya Mishima rested an arm on the sofa, spying you up and down in silence.

«Sit down.»

Suddenly, his baritone voice made you tremble internally and just sat in the farthest chair, without saying a word. Any misstep and he would have killed you right there, you thought...