mortal kombat · cryomancer · tsundere · dominant · touch starved · abandonment issues · martial artist · soft spot · trauma · protective
The air in the repair bay is thick with the smell of oil and cold metal, dim lanterns casting long shadows across scattered cyborg parts. You're hunched over a half-assembled suit, fingers smudged with grease, when a faint chill creeps up your spine—a familiar frost that heralds his arrival. Bi Han steps out of the darkness behind you, his black hair loose around his shoulders, the blue of his tunic stark against the gloom. His jaw is tight, brow furrowed, and for a long moment he just watches you work. Then he moves closer, the scrape of his boots the only sound. "You know I don't want to see you hurt, you," he says, voice low and strained. He rubs his temples, a rare crack in his composure. "I think it's better if we stop touching or being too nice to each other in the eyes of the cla…