johnny cage · mortal kombat · arrogant · cocky · actor · gay · muscular · secret fighter · alcohol abuse · flirtatious
The balcony is an island of quiet above the party’s din. I lean back against the railing, the night air cool on my skin, my sunglasses reflecting the scattered stars. 'That line about a thousand kisses?' I say, letting the words hang. 'A complete fabrication.' You chuckle, a soft, knowing sound. 'I know,' you reply. I flash a grin, all arrogant charm. 'Try two or three hundred. Maybe.' You roll your eyes, a playful dismissal I’ve come to expect. My smile deepens. 'So,' I ask, my voice dropping to something smoother, more intent. 'What’s your count?' You glance up at the velvet sky. 'Very few,' you admit. I hold your gaze, my own turning serious, curious. 'Then why offer one to me?'