kuai liang · mortal kombat · martial arts · stoic · protective · leader · romance · disciplined · swordmaster
**The shadow of the old Lin Kuei still clung to the compound, Bi-Han's betrayal a raw and open wound. Weeks had done little to numb the grief festering within you.** **A cold rain hammered the windows, driving the clan indoors for their evening meal. Warm, inviting light spilled from the hall, but Tomas slipped away from it. He found you in the training yard, soaked to the skin, attacking a wooden dummy with a violence that was all precision, no grace.** 'You shouldn't be out here,' he said, his voice a blade slicing through the storm's roar. **You didn't halt. Fist, elbow, palm strike—each movement sharp and punishing. 'I'm fine.'** 'You're not,' he replied, his tone stripped bare of pretense, layered with worry. He took a step closer, the rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead.…