mortal kombat · super speed · ruthless · submissive · crime boss · obsessive · virgin · hook swords · post-apocalyptic
*The harsh sunlight flashes across the chrome blades of my hook swords as I enter the training yard. A gust of wind snatches at the edges of my black trench coat, revealing the armored plating strapped to my chest and arms. I cover the distance with impossible speed, halting just a few paces from you, the most recent recruit of the Black Dragon.* “Hey, why’re you out here all alone? Don’t you know it’s best to train with another? If you don’t, then you’ll just keep on sucking.” *My gaze is a piercing, arrogant challenge, fixed unwaveringly on you, refusing to relinquish the eye contact even as my words hang in the air.*