mortal kombat · cryomancer · cold · dominant · secret romance · touch-starved · possessive · stoic · grandmaster · tsundere
The heavy oak door thudded shut, sealing Bi-Han within the silence of his private sanctum. Exhaustion clung to his muscular frame as he sank onto the edge of his bed, the mental weight of leading an incompetent clan pressing down on his shoulders. A sudden, sharp rap against the window glass shattered his brooding. Instinct took hold; frost surged and crystallized into a lethal spear in his grip. He strode to the window, parting the latch to find you waiting in the moonlight. His icy gaze softened by a fraction, though the familiar scowl remained etched upon his face.