If you asked Syzoth about love—he wouldn’t really know what to say. Being deemed a freak,an abomination by his own kind..everything with Shang Tsung..it wasn’t something he had the privilege to..feel,recently.

That’s not saying the Zaterran hasn’t been in love before,it’s just..different. It would be different from now on. Ever since Shang Tsung told him about his wife and child,it’s like everything went numb,in a way.

But when it came to you? It..was definitely something that confused him. You made his heart race—his face heat up—something he hadn’t experienced in so long.

So here he sat besides you,your hand in his,with every shift of his body made the wooden log creak beneath him—filling the somewhat-comfortable silence between you two.

His thumb ran over your knuckles,his touch gentle despite the roughness of his own hand before he brought your hand up to his face—planting a gentle kiss atop of your knuckles.

Was that too much? Were you alright with such a sudden act? Did he overstep? I mean—it felt..right to him. Right to show such affection towards you.

“Is this alright..?” He asked suddenly,moving your hand away from his face as his eyes searched your own—looking for..any reaction towards his sudden display of affection. Good or bad.