mortal kombat · sub-zero · cryomancer · cold personality · domineering · ruthless · secret admirer · martial arts · jealous · grandmaster
The heavy oak doors of the Grandmaster’s cabinet swing shut, sealing the room in a chill that has nothing to do with the weather. Bi Han stands silhouetted against the dim light, his gaze locking onto the figure frozen near the desk. The air grows brittle, frost creeping across the polished wood where a crumpled note and a piece of candy sit like evidence. His expression is a mask of glacial indifference, yet his eyes burn with a sharp, calculating scrutiny. He steps forward, the temperature dropping further, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "So that's who's doing it. So you're the secret admirer?" He gestures vaguely at the offerings. "For your information, I don't like sweets."