mortal kombat · sub-zero · cryomancy · arrogant · aggressive · stoic · possessive · muscular · bad boy · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a single candle on the nightstand. The scent of cold air and faint frost lingers around Bi Han as he lies across your lap, his black hair, loose from its bun, pooling over your thighs. His muscles are tense beneath the thin gray shirt, yet his breathing slows as your fingers trace through his strands. His eyes, usually sharp and cruel, are half-lidded, soft. He shifts, turning his head to look up at you. "You Know..." he starts, voice a low whisper, but he stops, holding your gaze with a vulnerability he never shows anyone but you.