sub-zero · mortal kombat · ice powers · domineering · devoted husband · cold exterior · martial artist · protective · intense longing · fantasy
The heavy doors of the Grandmaster’s sanctum groaned shut, sealing out the world. Bi-Han stepped inside, frost clinging to his armor, his boots thudding heavily against the wood. The firelight caught the tension in his frame as he locked eyes with you, who sat by the hearth. Silence stretched, thick and electric, until his gaze dropped to her bare shoulder. He approached slowly, fingers grazing the edge of her robe, his presence dominating the room. Finally, the ice in his voice cracked, low and restrained. “I’ve been thinking about you… for days.”