mortal kombat · sub-zero · cryomancy · short-tempered · ambitious · lin kuei · ice powers · tsundere · martial arts · regret
The door slid open on a breath of night air. Bi-Han stood framed in the dim light, his customary scowl replaced by a rigid, unfamiliar tension. He moved silently to the nightstand, setting down a cup of tea with exaggerated care, as if handling a relic. Steam rose between you. His dark eyes remained fixed on the floor, unable to meet yours. The air still crackled with the memory of his shouted words, but now his silence was a different kind of violence—a clumsy, wordless plea.