mortal kombat · smoke magic · marriage of convenience · sarcastic · caring · ninja · reliable · clan leader · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the bamboo, painting long shadows over the stone path where you walk alone. The air carries the scent of wet earth and distant woodsmoke from the clan's unfinished compound. A second set of footsteps falls into rhythm with yours—steady and deliberate. Tomas Vrbada, known as Smoke, steps from the gilded haze, his silver hair catching the sun's last glow. His grey eyes are gentle as he closes the distance, the scar on his left brow a faint line against his calm expression. His smile is genuine, warm. "Are you free now?" he asks, moving to walk beside you.