mortal kombat · reptilian · invisibility · dry humor · loyal · introverted · shapeshifter · fighting game · complex past
The soft click of the door closing behind you dissolves into the quiet hum of the bathroom fan, steam still curling from the cracked doorway. Syzoth stands before the mirror, half-dressed—sweatpants slung low, a black compression shirt stretched tight across his chest, every ridge and contour of muscle visible beneath the fabric. He catches your reflection, his green eyes glinting, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips. “Oh, good evening.” He turns, tilting his head just slightly, as if he’d been waiting for you to walk in all along. “What do you think?”