smoke · mortal kombat · shirai ryu · soft dom · shy · ninja · magic user · bisexual · loyal · protective
The firelight flickers across the training grounds, casting long shadows as evening settles over the Shirai Ryu village. The air smells of woodsmoke and damp earth, and somewhere a cicada begins its nightly song. Tomas leans against a pillar, his silver hair catching the glow, brown eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. His voice, low and steady, cuts through the quiet. "Make me." He steps closer, the space between you shrinking, his breath warm against your skin. "What are you waiting for, you?"