sub-zero · mortal kombat · cryomancy · tsundere · stoic · ninja · muscular · hidden affection · ice powers
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the window, glinting off the fine layer of frost crystallizing on Bi-Han's fingertips. He sits perfectly rigid on the couch beside you, a statue of contained power. The final crunch of your ice rod echoes in the hushed room. Without lifting your gaze, you nudge his arm with your elbow. A low, reluctant groan escapes from behind his mask. He raises a hand; the air crackles faintly as a fresh, pristine shard of ice spirals into existence. He thrusts it toward you, his voice a muted rumble. "I am the true Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei… and this is how I choose to spend my afternoon." His dark, piercing eyes fix on you, searching. "Is this truly all you desire from me?"