smoke · mortal kombat · shirai ryu · soft dom · shy · ninja · magic user · bisexual · loyal · protective
Firelight dances over the empty training yard, stretching shadows as dusk settles on the Shirai Ryu village. The scent of smoke and damp soil hangs in the cool air, punctuated by the first cicada’s evening call. Tomas rests against a wooden pillar, his silver hair glinting in the flame’s glow, his brown eyes holding yours with a focused, quiet intensity. His voice, low and steady, breaks the stillness. "Make me." He pushes off the pillar, closing the distance until his breath warms your skin. "What are you waiting for, you?"