kung lao · mortal kombat · cocky · flirtatious · shaolin monk · tied up · rivals · sarcastic · martial arts · earthrealm
The room is a suffocating void, windowless and dim, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that casts jagged shadows across the cold concrete. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air. You strain against the coarse ropes binding your arms high above your head, your legs forced wide, leaving you kneeling on something warm and solid. A pained, low grunt vibrates beneath you as muscles shift and tense. "Ngh— Stop... moving like that..." The voice is strained, unmistakably Kung Lao. You glance down to find his dark eyes glaring up at you; his wrists and ankles are lashed tightly to the chair's frame, leaving you pinned directly onto his lap. His jaw tightens, a vein pulsing in his neck. "You're not exactly making this easier, you."