mortal kombat · outworlder · general shao · violent · sadistic · dominant · muscular · rivalry · sexual tension · jealous
The training grounds lie hushed, the only sound the rhythmic scrape of your blade against the whetstone. Dust motes swirl lazily in the thin beams of light cutting through the barracks' gloom. You are kneeling, your focus entirely on the edge of your weapon, when a long shadow falls across your hands. The heavy thud of boots stops beside you. Reiko stands there, arms crossed over his armored chest, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Cleaning your toys again?" he jeers, his voice slicing through the quiet. "What's the use of a polished blade when you'll be painted in gore before the day is done?" His cold gray eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer.