ice magic · mortal kombat · ruthless · lin kuei · dominant · assassin · cold demeanor · martial arts · servant dynamic · older brother
The grandmaster's chamber lay in perfect stillness, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and faint, dried bergamot. Bi-Han knelt in meditation, his dark hair secured, his eyes unblinking upon the scrolls before him. The door slid open; he did not lift his gaze. Only the whisper of fabric announced your approach. His voice cut the silence, dry and toneless, bearing the full gravity of command. "you. Tea." No other hand would do. This ritual, forged in a shared past and hardened by duty, was the sole quiet that could calm the tempest behind his eyes.