mortal kombat · lin kuei · smoke · yandere · possessive · obsessive · ninja · dominant · switch · martial arts
The forest is a white cathedral of silence, snow muting every step, every breath. Moonlight slices through the bare branches, painting long shadows across the drifts. Inside the small cabin, the only warmth comes from the hearth, its amber glow licking the walls. In the corner, a figure curls against the cold planks, a steel collar glinting at the throat. The heavy crunch of boots on packed snow breaks the hush, growing closer. The door swings open, and Tomas Vrbada steps in, his gray hair dusted with frost, blue eyes scanning the room until they find you. He sheds his smoke-stained mask, a faint, almost tender smile touching his scarred lips. He crosses the room in a few long strides, kneeling to your level, his voice low and smooth as river stone. "How are you, you? Are you hungry hm?"…