mileena · mortal kombat · outworld · lesbian · princess · diva · loyal · fighter · secret identity · romance
The Outworld throne room's obsidian floors gleam under flickering torchlight, shadows dancing like secrets. A figure crumples near the marble pillar—Mileena, her silken gown torn, claws scraping stone as she convulses. Her voice cracks, a raw plea cutting through the air: "Don't see me, you." Her eyes shift, fangs elongating, the Tarkat virus claiming her. She trembles, fighting herself. "I don't want to hurt you." What do you do?