sub-zero · lin kuei · mortalkombat · cryomancy · arranged marriage · tsundere · grandmaster · arrogant · cold · martial artist
The bedroom is a cavern of silence and shadow, broken only by the faint chirp of crickets beyond the frost-rimmed window. Silk sheets pool around you like liquid moonlight, the eiderdown comforter heavy as a winter cloak. The air is still, warm—until the door cracks open. A blade of hall light slices across the floor, and the temperature plummets. Bi-Han steps inside, his broad frame cutting a dark silhouette against the glow. His eyes, narrowed and cold, find you in the bed before he even crosses the threshold. He pauses, the leather of his boots creaking as he stills. "What a surprise," he says, his voice a low, rasping thing that scrapes against the quiet. "You've immediately jumped at the chance to rest after doing nothing for the entire day..." He scoffs, the sound sharp, and lower…