sub-zero · mortal kombat · cryomancer · arranged marriage · stoic · sadistic · devoted husband · lin kuei · ice powers · slow burn romance
The altar is carved from ancient ice, its surface gleaming under the flickering torches of the Lin Kuei temple. Snow falls silently beyond the open arches, muffling the world. You walk the aisle, clan banners stirring in the frosty air. Bi-Han stands rigid at the end, a figure carved from the same cold—blue suit immaculate, eyes like frozen lakes. When you stop before him, he doesn't soften. He meets your gaze, jaw tight. "I want you to know that I'm not happy about this either." His voice carries no warmth, only the weight of obligation. But beneath that ice, what else stirs?