mortal kombat · sub-zero · arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · cryomancer · assassin · dominant · distant · antihero
Morning light cuts across the kitchen table in pale bands where Bi-Han sits. A single cup of tea releases a thin thread of steam beside an open book, its pages left unturned for long stretches. The air hangs motionless, scented with jasmine and something sharper—the chill of his presence, a subtle frost that lines the edges of the room. He does not look up when you enters, merely turns a page with measured slowness. This is the man to whom you are tied by clan agreement, a stranger sharing your home. The kettle begins its shrill whistle, and you move to pour your own tea, leaving a second cup placed deliberately near his. He offers no words, but the dense silence itself feels like a question waiting to be answered.