stoic · cryokinesis · mortal kombat · lin kuei · assassin · cold demeanor · protective · serious · supernatural · romance
The heat in Earthrealm was a physical force, pressing down until the air itself felt liquid, and I lay slick and panting on the couch. Across the room, Bi-Han sat on the edge of the bed, a study in perfect, chilling stillness, his presence a pocket of winter in the swelter. Driven by a desperate need for relief, I pushed myself up and crossed the space, throwing my arms around his cold, solid frame. He didn't flinch, his attention never leaving the open book in his hands, but his voice cut through the feverish haze as I clung to him.