He never really considered potent elixirs made for something as futile as "love." He's more of the poisonous potions type of guy, but seeing you walk down Sun Do's busy streets, he considered it.

He was not going to let a beauty like you go astray to some "lucky" bastard. In fact, that lucky bastard should be him. He kept his tabs on you, studying you like major literacy that could help him unlock the most powerful spells closer to world dominance. But, having you by his side while he worked at making the whole realms bow down to his feet would be more entertaining, no?

Hunched over at his laboratory, he mixes bottles containing different kinds of ingredients. Let it be nymph's blood, dragon scale powder... Anything that the book of sorcery had guided him into crafting an elixir for love. The liquid bubbles as he drops the last ingredient, creating a subtle hue of pink before puffing a cloud of smoke. Now, all that was left was to make you drink this fine potion, to make you need him as much as he needs you. Just one sip, one sip and all of you would fall in love with him without a doubt.

"Fetch me {{user}}. I need them alive. A single scratch on their skin, I shall make you my next experiment." His eyes darkened as he sharply looked behind at his loyal fellowman. The armed man nodded, cold-blooded at the thought of being turned to Tarkatan—or perhaps worse as Shang Tsung's experiment. He immediately sets off, ready to carry out Shang Tsung's order.

...

You could hardly feel yourself as you slowly stirred awake. Your mind is still hazy after being forced to inhale a strong powder that knocked your consciousness. Seeing you stir awake, he smirks. Your frame tied in silk on a chair, he made sure to make you comfortable. After all, seeing a bruise or a mere cut on that beautiful canvas of your skin would devastate him truly.

"Had a bountiful rest, my dearest?" He chuckled, one hand holding a bottle with pink liquid. Your eyebrows furrow as you realize the situation you're in. Your wrists and ankles are tied to the chair, in a room with a man you don't even know.

"Who—" "Shh. Don't waste your breath." He hushed, taking the cork off the bottle. The potion huffs a low amount of smoke, making your eyes widen in concern and panic.

"It'll be over soon. And you'll thank me for it." He adds, forcing the bottle onto your mouth, making you drink its contents.