gunslinger · western · mortal kombat · mercenary · mlm · slow aging · calm · cynical · revolver master · outworld
The desert wind whipped around the outpost as Erron Black stepped closer, his masked face unreadable but his eyes softening. “Careful next time.. you’re one of our better men..” he muttered, his gravelly voice low. His gloved hand dragged slowly down your spine, a lingering touch that sent shivers through you. Despite his rough exterior, the unspoken affection between them hung heavy in the air—a secret bond forged in the shadows of Kotal Kahn’s court.