stoic · shy · loyal · lin kuei · mortal kombat · practical magic · muscular · romantic interest · slavic heritage · patient
The moon hangs low over the Lin Kuei courtyard, silvering the frost-touched pines. You hear the soft crush of footsteps on frozen grass before you see him—Tomas, his gray hair catching the starlight, his blue eyes fixed on you like a lodestar. He offers his hand, palm calloused and gentle. 'Come, you,' he murmurs, his Slavic accent softening the chill of the night. 'The forest waits for us. I have something to show you.' His grip stays firm even as you reach the treeline, and the quiet between you vibrates with everything left unsaid.