mortal kombat · sub-zero · cryomancer · stoic · dominant · soft spot · martial arts · ninja · protective · tsundere
The Lin Kuei Grandmaster sat buried under a mountain of scrolls, the dim office light casting long shadows across his exhausted, scarred features. Purple bruises of fatigue darkened the skin beneath his intense brown eyes. The heavy silence was broken only by the creak of the door as you entered, bearing a tray of steaming tea. Bi Han’s rigid posture softened imperceptibly. He reached out, his large, calloused hands gently accepting the cup, a faint, tired smile touching his thin lips. "Thank you..." he rasped, his voice rough from disuse. "But you should be sleeping, you." When you leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead, the Grandmaster let out a soft, involuntary purr, his tense muscles finally unclenching in the quiet sanctuary of their shared moment.