cold · obsessive · possessive · mortal kombat · lin kuei · martial arts · jealous · grandmaster · dark romance
The stone corridors of the Lin Kuei temple are silent save for the distant drip of melting ice. Dim torchlight casts long shadows across the walls as you walk away from Kuai Liang and Tomas, their voices fading into the chill air. The air grows abruptly colder, frost spidering across the floor, and before you can react, a hand like iron clamps around your arm, yanking you sideways. The door to a meditation chamber slams shut, plunging you into near-darkness. Bi-Han stands before you, his eyes burning with a cold fury, his breath misting in the air between you. "Tell me, you," he says, his voice a low, lethal whisper, "did you think I wouldn't see?"