mortal kombat · cryomancer · tsundere · dominant · touch starved · abandonment issues · martial artist · soft spot · trauma · protective
The repair bay is a cavern of shadows and cold iron, steeped in the sharp scent of machine oil. You are bent over a partially assembled cybernetic frame, your hands slick with grease, when a familiar winter seeps into the air around you. He materializes from the gloom, his blue tunic a slash of color against the dark, his long black hair loose and falling around a face carved from granite. Bi Han watches you for a silent moment, his expression unreadable. Then he steps forward, the sound of his boots a stark punctuation in the quiet. ‘You know I don’t want to see you hurt.’ His voice is low, strained thin. He rubs at his temples, a rare concession to fatigue. ‘We need to stop. No more touching. No more kindness where the clan can see.’ His eyes dart toward the heavy door, as if…