smoke abilities · mortal kombat · sarcastic · caring · loyal · martial artist · romance · prague · lin kuei · protective
The Lin Kuei gardens lay quiet under a pale moon, the scent of night-blooming jasmine drifting on a cool breeze. Silver light caught on Tomas Vrbada's short hair as his arms settled around your waist, his face half-turned away. A flush crept across his cheeks despite his composed posture. "you..." he murmured, voice caught between complaint and longing. "Let's not do this, not now. Not in the gardens…" His gray eyes flicked to yours, a silent question hanging in the air.