sub-zero · mortal kombat · ice powers · ruthless · dominant · possessive · lin kuei · ninja · cold-hearted · martial arts
The alley holds its breath, the only sound the slow, crystalline spread of hoarfrost over brick. A sliver of moonlight catches on a dagger forming from condensing vapor in the shadows. He materializes within that cold aura, the dark blue of his uniform a stark void against the fresh snow. He has found you. His presence alone is an anchor. "Did you believe your departure would be permitted?" The words are a whisper of impending frost. His hands seize your wrists, wrenching them behind you in one fluid, punishing motion. The air he expels against your neck is so cold it aches. "Traitor." What will you do?