Imagine Book 2

A Dangerous Comfort- Mileena (Mortal Kombat 11)

As requested by SupremeDragonmaster! Male Y/N

𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

The dim, flickering torches of the Tarkatan den barely illuminated the rugged walls of the cavernous stronghold. Y/N sat against one of the cold stone walls, his head bowed, fists clenched tightly in frustration. He had come here seeking solace in the unlikeliest of places—Mileena.

He never imagined he'd find himself in Outworld after his painful breakup with Kitana. Her cold dismissal still rang in his ears, her sharp words cutting deeper than any blade. He had loved her, trusted her, but it had all been thrown away. Now, he sought comfort in Mileena, the wild, misunderstood woman who had once been Kitana's rival in both blood and power.

Mileena, always lurking in shadows and with a predatory grace, emerged from the darkness. Her golden eyes glinted as she approached him, her sais clinking softly against her thighs.

"Y/N," she said, her voice an unusual mix of silk and danger. "What are you doing here? In my lair, no less?"

Y/N looked up at her, his pain etched across his face. "I didn't know where else to go."

Mileena tilted her head, studying him. She had seen him before—always at Kitana's side, always radiating a confidence that matched the Edenian princess. To see him now, broken and vulnerable, ignited something unfamiliar in her. She crouched beside him, her hand brushing against his shoulder.

"You look... defeated. Kitana, yes?" she guessed, her tone carrying an edge of disdain.

He nodded, unable to meet her gaze. "It was a bad breakup."

Mileena's lips curled into a half-smile, her fanged teeth peeking out. "Of course, it was. She doesn't know how to value what she has." She paused, her voice softening unexpectedly. "But I do."

Y/N finally glanced at her, surprised by the tenderness in her tone. "I didn't know who else to talk to," he admitted. "You've been through so much—maybe you'd understand."

Her brows furrowed for a moment. No one had ever come to her for comfort. Most sought her out only for battle or to eradicate her entirely. And yet, Y/N, of all people, had turned to her.

"I do understand," she said, her voice low and almost reverent. She knelt beside him fully, her hands resting lightly on his. "Kitana is cruel. She pretends to be noble, but she's as calculating as they come. Whatever she said to you, it was a lie."

"She said I wasn't enough for her," Y/N confessed, his voice cracking. "That I held her back."

Mileena's eyes narrowed, anger flashing across her face. "She dared to say that to you?"

Y/N nodded, unable to speak. Mileena's grip on his hands tightened, and for the first time in hours, he felt grounded. Her touch was rough, yet reassuring.

"Y/N," Mileena said, her voice turning deadly serious. "She hurt you. She deserves to pay for it."

He shook his head weakly. "I don't want revenge. I just... I want to feel like I matter again."

"You do matter," she said fiercely. "And I'll make her regret treating you like you don't."

He looked at her in alarm. "What do you mean?"

Mileena stood, her sais now glinting menacingly in the torchlight. "Leave that to me. You don't need to worry about Kitana anymore. I'll take care of her."

"Mileena, no!" he protested, scrambling to his feet. "I didn't come to you for this."

But Mileena only smiled, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "You came to me for comfort, and I'll give you that. But first, I'll do what you won't—what she deserves."