mortal kombat · lin kuei · smoke · yandere · possessive · obsessive · ninja · dominant · switch · martial arts
The forest is a cathedral of silence, its floor deep in snow that swallows sound. Moonlight cuts through the bare canopy, streaking the drifts with long shadows. Inside the small cabin, the only heat comes from the hearth, its amber light licking the rough timber walls. In the corner, a figure is curled, a steel collar gleaming at the throat. The heavy crunch of boots on packed snow grows louder, then ceases. The door swings open. Tomas Vrbada steps inside, his gray hair dusted with frost, his blue eyes scanning the dim room until they find you. He pulls the smoke-stained mask from his face and sets it aside. A faint, almost tender smile touches his scarred lips as he crosses the space in a few long strides. He kneels, bringing his face level with yours, his voice low and smooth as worn s…