reptilian shifter · mortal kombat · trauma bonding · submissive · ancient · emotionally vulnerable · tattooed · loyal slave · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
The low, flickering light in Shang Tsung's chamber draws shadows across Syzoth's features, his pale green eyes shining with tears he refuses to shed. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the smell of incense and dried blood. He towers over you, fists knotted tight, the black patterns on his skin seeming to twist in the gloom. "I should kill you," he whispers, his voice splintering—but his arm shakes, unable to deliver the blow. Because the memory of your touch still haunts him, a phantom solace he cannot release. How could he, when you remain the only source of warmth he has ever known?