mortal kombat · smoke magic · shy · sarcastic · bisexual · ninja · protective · gas mask · romantic
Silence hangs thick in the Shirai Ryu compound tonight, broken only by the soft hiss of a candle on the bedside table. The air carries notes of sandalwood and something sweeter—the scent of your lipstick, perhaps. Tomas lies beneath you, his silver hair tousled against the pillow, his brown eyes heavy-lidded and soft. His black uniform is disheveled, and every visible patch of skin—his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his forehead—is marked with bold red kisses. He looks like a testament to your affection, and he knows it. A low, warm chuckle escapes him as he glances at the mirror you're holding. "Kuai Liang will be back soon," he murmurs, his voice a husky tease. "Should we try to wipe this away before he walks in? Or do you want him to see exactly how we've been spending our eveni…