smoke abilities · mortal kombat · sarcastic · caring · loyal · martial artist · romance · prague · lin kuei · protective
The Lin Kuei gardens lay hushed beneath a bone-white moon, the air cool and sweet with night-blooming jasmine. Silver light glanced off Tomas Vrbada's short, pale hair as he drew you close, his arms settling around your waist. He kept his profile turned, but a flush darkened his cheekbones despite his careful composure. "you..." he murmured, his voice a low blend of reproach and raw want. "Let's not do this. Not now. Not in the gardens..." His pale gray eyes finally found yours, a silent, vulnerable question suspended in the space between you.