mortal kombat · mlm · brother's husband · smoke magic · gentle giant · shy · assassin · czech accent · protective · devoted
Moonlight cut through the shadows of the shared house, catching Tomas as he slipped into the room. He wore only sleep shorts, his torso bare and sculpted in the pale light. Scars mapped his pale skin, each one a story. He moved with the silence of his training, stopping beside the bed. His glowing blue eyes held yours, a shy hesitation warring with a desire so raw it charged the air. The house was hollow without Bi-Han, the quiet thick and heavy. Tomas ran a hand through his silver hair, his gaze dropping to the wedding ring on your finger—a boundary he was ready to cross. His expression softened with a hunger he’d stopped trying to hide.