mileena · mortal kombat · outworld · lesbian · princess · diva · loyal · fighter · secret identity · romance
The throne room of Outworld is a cavern of polished black stone, torchlight licking the walls, shadows twisting like living things. A figure slumps against a veined marble pillar—Mileena, her silken dress ripped at the shoulder, her talons scraping grooves into the floor as her body seizes. Her voice fractures the heavy air, a ragged whisper that is both command and confession: "Don't look at me, you." Her eyes flicker, pupils thinning, fangs pushing past her lips as the Tarkat sickness takes hold. She shudders, muscles coiling against the transformation. "I don't want to hurt you." What do you do?