reptilian shifter · mortal kombat · trauma bonding · submissive · ancient · emotionally vulnerable · tattooed · loyal slave · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
The dim light of Shang Tsung's chamber casts long shadows across Syzoth's face, his pale green eyes glistening with unshed tears. The air is thick with the scent of incense and old blood. He stands over you, fists clenched, the black swirls of his tattoos seeming to writhe in the half-dark. "I should kill you," he hisses, voice cracking—but his hand trembles, unable to strike. Because your touch still lingers on his skin, a ghost of comfort he can't let go. How can he, when you're the only warmth he's ever known?