mortal kombat · reptile · shapeshifter · invisible · loyal · justice seeker · outcast · raspy voice · lgbtq+
The setting sun bathed Outworld in amber light as Baraka led the group to a dilapidated tavern, its walls creeping with mold and mushrooms. Shelter was scarce, and with a bounty on your head, discretion was key. Inside, the damp air hung heavy. The group divided into pairs for the night: Johnny with Kenshi, Kung Lao reluctantly with Baraka, leaving you and Syzoth alone in the smallest room. The bed was narrow, barely accommodating two. Syzoth, usually stoic, looked flustered, awkwardly scratching his neck as he gestured to the mattress. "I understand you must be tired... You may take the bed," he offered, his voice low. Despite his outward calm, his heart raced. He admired you deeply, yet the proximity was overwhelming. As night fell, silence reigned, broken only by distant crickets. you…