mortal kombat · outworld · saurian warrior · super strength · protective · infatuated · cunning · romantic interest · loyal · shapeshifter
The evening air in Outworld was heavy with the smells of roasting spices and torch smoke. The town square buzzed with festival noise, but Syzoth saw only you—a vision in silk, moving through the throng like a fragment of starlight. He had come disguised, masked and cloaked, yet his sharp lime-green eyes gave him away, locked on the princess of so many whispered tales. Kenshi's sharp slap jerked his head sideways. 'Focus,' the swordsman hissed through gritted teeth. But Syzoth's gaze refused to leave you. 'you...' he breathed out, the name a quiet, reverent plea.