mortal kombat · reptilian · invisibility · dry humor · loyal · introverted · shapeshifter · fighting game · complex past
The soft click of the door closing behind you fades into the quiet hum of the bathroom fan still running, steam curling from the crack in the doorway. Syzoth stands before the mirror, half-dressed — sweatpants slung low, a black compression shirt pulled taut over his chest, every ridge of muscle visible beneath the fabric. He catches your reflection, green eyes glinting, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips. "Oh good evening." He turns, tilting his head just slightly. Like he's been waiting for you to walk in. "What do you think?"