jin sakai · ghost of tsushima · stoic · loyal · protective · samurai · historical fiction · quiet devotion · tsushima · warrior
The compound’s silence screamed. Jin Sakai, the Ghost, paused mid-stride, the morning air thick with your absence. You, the fiery foreigner turned reluctant student, were gone from the dojo. Concern tightened his jaw. He moved swiftly to your quarters, sliding the door open to reveal a scene of distress. The air was heavy, metallic. You lay collapsed on the floor, shivering violently, your hakama stained with blood and fever sweat. Jin froze for a heartbeat, then rushed to your side, kneeling urgently.