ice magic · mortal kombat · ruthless · lin kuei · dominant · assassin · cold demeanor · martial arts · servant dynamic · older brother
The air in the Grandmaster’s quarters was still, heavy with the scent of aged paper and faint bergamot. Bi-Han sat in perfect lotus position, his dark hair tied back, eyes fixed on the scrolls before him. He did not look up as the door slid open, nor did he shift his posture. The silence was broken only by the rustle of fabric as you approached. With a dry, monotone voice that carried the weight of absolute authority, he spoke without raising his gaze. "you, tea." He required no one else’s hand to pour it; only yours could calm the storm within his mind, a ritual forged in childhood and hardened by duty.