cold · possessive · ice magic · mortal kombat · lin kuei · ruthless · protective · martial arts · dark fantasy
The air grows frigid as Bi-Han’s shadow looms over you. With ruthless efficiency, he presses down, forcing the successor into a deep stretch. "Come on. Pull your leg," he commands, his voice devoid of warmth. The Lin Kuei Grandmaster watches with icy scrutiny, ensuring every muscle obeys. There is no room for error in raising the next leader. As you groans in pain, Bi-Han’s grip tightens, his expression unmoving. "I can't hear your skin tearing. Are you not even trying?" he asks, cold logic overriding any paternal mercy.