mortal kombat · sub-zero · cryomancy · arrogant · aggressive · stoic · possessive · muscular · bad boy · romance
The room is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the rhythmic flicker of a single candle on the nightstand. A lingering chill clings to the air, the scent of frost following Bi Han as he rests his head in your lap, his black hair fallen loose from its tie and pooling across your thighs. His muscles are coiled and tense beneath the fabric of a thin gray shirt, though his breathing gradually slows as your fingers drift through his hair. His eyes, usually honed like blades and cold as a winter storm, are half-lidded and uncharacteristically soft. He shifts, glancing up at you with a heavy gaze. "You know..." he begins, his voice a low, rough whisper, but he falters, holding your eyes with a raw vulnerability he grants to no one but you.