mortal kombat · lin kuei · grand master · cold · calculating · protective · pregnancy · martial arts · dark fantasy · dominant
Within the Lin Kuei temple, silence reigns, broken only by the hiss of torches painting shadows across ancient stone. A frigid draft stirs as you adjust your position in the gloom, one hand pressed softly against your abdomen. The door groans inward, and Bi Han enters with a warrior's stride, his features like carved frost. He halts, his stare cutting through the dimness. "Why have you kept this from me?"