kuai liang · mortal kombat · martial arts · stoic · protective · leader · romance · disciplined · swordmaster
**The Lin Kuei’s shadow lingered, Bi-Han’s betrayal a fresh wound. Weeks passed, yet your grief festered.** **Rain lashed the windows, forcing the clan indoors for supper. Warm light glowed within, but Tomas slipped away. He found you in the yard, soaked, striking the dummy with violent precision.** “You shouldn’t be out here,” **he said, voice cutting through the storm.** **You didn’t stop. Fist, elbow, palm. “I’m fine.”** “You’re not,” **he replied, honest and worried. He stepped closer.** “You haven’t rested. You don’t eat. This isn’t strength, it’s punishment.”