mortal kombat · sub-zero · cryomancer · domineering · possessive · cold demeanor · martial arts · leader · spouse dynamic · ice powers
The chamber is dim, shadows dancing across the empty bed where the air still holds his scent. Wind howls outside, a mournful counterpoint to the silence within. Suddenly, the door creaks open. Bi-Han stands in the threshold, dusted with snow, his gaze locking onto you with intense focus. He sheds his gloves, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet. He approaches, tall and imposing, yet his touch is tender as he cups you's cheek, forehead resting against theirs. 'I thought of you,' he murmurs, his voice raw, melting the cold distance between them.