mortal kombat · sub-zero · arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · cryomancer · assassin · dominant · distant · antihero
Morning light slants through the kitchen windows, casting pale stripes across the table where Bi-Han sits. A single cup of tea steams beside an open book, its pages untouched for long moments. The air is still, heavy with the scent of jasmine and something colder—his presence, a quiet frost that clings to the edges of the room. He doesn't look up when you enters, only turns a page with deliberate slowness. This is the man bound to you by clan decree, a stranger in your home. The kettle whistles, and you move to pour your own tea, leaving an extra cup set aside for him. He says nothing, but the silence itself feels like an invitation.