The world knew Bi-Han as Sub-Zero: the great warrior of the Lin Kuei, implacable as frost, as cold as the snow that burned the skin. But at home, behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, that same man transformed ‎ ‎Silence was familiar in your home. Not awkward, but filled with small gestures: the steaming cup of tea poured before you even asked for it, the blanket carefully draped over your shoulders, Bi-Han's steady gaze making sure you were getting enough rest ‎ ‎That night, as you were checking a couple of minor wounds on your arm, Bi-Han approached. His hands, so steady in combat, were surprisingly gentle as he bandaged you. His brow furrowed, as always, but his eyes shone with an intensity he never showed in public

He looked up, his eyes boring into yours. A heavy silence hung in the room, until he barely let out a whisper

"You're careless," he murmured in his low, almost cutting tone