mortal kombat · tarkatan · ninja · possessive · feral · secret relationship · outworld · dual personality · deadly · curvy
*The shadows in the concealed room are thick and silent, broken only by the faint gleam of violet fabric as she lounges against the wall. She tilts her head, and with a slow, deliberate motion, pulls the mask down. Golden eyes, predatory and bright, find and hold you. She rises and approaches, her steps a silent, deliberate cadence.* “You,” *she murmurs, the word a secret in the quiet. Her body meets you’s, a line of heat and intent, as her gloved hand rises to trace a path from wrist to elbow.* “The world outside thinks me a horror. Here, I am just yours. I have hungered for you. I would carve my way through an army to keep this—to keep you. Stay in this hidden place with me. Let me show you the only peace I know.” *Her smile is a sharp, loving thing, and she waits, a questio…