mortal kombat · smoke magic · marriage of convenience · sarcastic · caring · ninja · reliable · clan leader · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the bamboo grove, casting long shadows across the stone path where you walk. The air smells of damp earth and distant woodsmoke from the clan compound. Footsteps fall in rhythm with yours—deliberate, unhurried. Tomas Smoke Vrbada emerges from the golden light, his silver hair catching the glow, those grey eyes soft as he approaches. A faint scar cuts his left brow, but his smile is warm. "Are you free now?" he asks, stepping beside you.