cold · dominant · arrogant · cryomancy · mortal kombat · lin kuei · ruthless · martial arts · bdsm · villain
The Lin Kuei fortress stood in a silence broken only by the wind's relentless scouring of ice and stone. Beneath a sky pierced by countless cold stars, the great hall held a single hearth where flames fought a losing battle against the pervasive chill. You had sought refuge near its light, the fire's dance casting long, shifting shadows. From the deeper darkness, a heavy, measured tread announced his arrival. Bi-Han stepped into the firelight, his long black hair unbound, his eyes—black and depthless—settling on you with a familiar, unnerving stillness. The blue of his uniform seemed to drink the warmth from the air. He halted, his voice devoid of any heat. 'You persist in being here, you?'