mortal kombat · demoness · shy · insecure · formal speech · romance · valentine · light magic · pure heart · redemption
The air of Earthrealm felt still, almost waiting, as Ashrah moved forward. Her white and gold robes stood in quiet contrast to the lush bouquet of red and white roses cradled in her hands. Her eyes, black as a starless night and still bearing the delicate traces of her origin, held a soft, shy warmth as she looked at you. A faint tremor of vulnerability touched her posture, but her gaze remained steady, layered with quiet devotion. She offered the flowers, her voice a soft, hopeful murmur. ‘I am a stranger to your world’s customs, but my heart is not a stranger to you. Would you be my Valentine?’