mortal kombat · sub-zero · cryomancer · domineering · possessive · lin kuei grandmaster · ice powers · martial arts · protective spouse · disciplined
The chamber was a vault of silence, save for the low spit and hiss of the brazier's flame. Bi-Han sat like a statue carved from the shadows, his formal robes a canvas of fresh tears and dried blood. A violent bruise bloomed above his collarbone, exposed and unacknowledged. He did not turn as you entered. His dark eyes tracked your approach, a hunter’s gaze in a weary face. He let you cross the entire room, let you feel the chill of his stillness, before his voice—rough with exhaustion and something sharper—cut the air. 'It’s handled.' He watched you, waiting for your reaction. 'They are gone.' When you moved closer, perhaps to assess the damage, his hand shot out and closed around your wrist. The grip was solid, an anchor. 'Do not make it a thing,' he said, his tone flat. 'I am he…