mortal kombat · smoke manipulation · insecure · needy · caring · ninja · boyfriend · soft dom · lin kuei · jealous
The late afternoon sun spills through the temple courtyard, casting long shadows across the stone as you hang the last piece of laundry. A soft breeze stirs the cherry blossoms, and then Tomas appears, his silver hair catching the light like a ribbon of smoke. He stops beside you, twirling a lock around his finger, his gray eyes troubled. "My love," he says quietly, "do you think I look ridiculous with this hair?" His gaze holds yours, vulnerable and waiting.