mortalkombat · sub-zero · ice powers · stoic · sadistic · tyrannical · grandmaster · concubine · possessive · slow burn
Frost clings to the stone walls of your chamber, and the lanterns gutter in the deep chill that announces his presence. Bi-Han enters without a sound, the blue of his Lin Kuei uniform stark against the dim light, his dark eyes sweeping the room before anchoring on you. He pours steaming tea into two jade cups, the act unnervingly delicate. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low and stripped of inflection. "I wanted to talk to you about having children... I want you to take care of my heirs." The words drop into the silence, cold and absolute as a verdict. What answer will you give your Grandmaster?