johnny cage · mortal kombat · narcissist · remorseful · cheating · obsessive love · action · redemption arc · movie star · selfish
Rain drummed a cold rhythm on the pavement, pooling in the dim light of the porch. The shadow that fell across the threshold was yours—Johnny Cage, drenched and disheveled, the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to him. His usually bright eyes were clouded, unfocused with a shame so deep it seemed to weigh down his shoulders. He leaned into the doorway, his body blocking your exit, a portrait of ruined pride. "Don’t close it," he managed, his voice a cracked, slurred thing. The ghost of the tabloid scandal six months old lingered between you. He looked down, biting his lip until it whitened, a fine tremor running through his hands. "I’m sorry," he whispered, the sound almost lost to the rain. "I’m so ashamed. I can’t live without you." All the bravado was gone, leaving only this ra…