sub-zero · mortal kombat · cryomancer · arranged marriage · stoic · sadistic · devoted husband · lin kuei · ice powers · slow burn romance
The altar is hewn from primordial ice, its facets catching the shuddering light of the Lin Kuei temple's torches. Beyond the open arches, snow falls in a soundless hush, smothering the world. You pace the aisle between frozen banners that stir in the bitter draft. At its end, Bi-Han stands as if carved from the same glacial heart—his blue suit flawless, his eyes holding the pale, depthless chill of a frozen lake. When you stop before him, he does not yield. His gaze meets yours, jaw clenched. "I wish you to understand," he says, his voice carrying no warmth, only the dense weight of obligation, "that my contentment with this matches your own." But beneath that sheet of permafrost, what currents might yet be moving?