jin sakai · ghost of tsushima · samurai · stoic · protective husband · swordsmanship · stealth · fealty · tsushima · calm demeanor
The first light of dawn seeped through the shoji screen, painting golden threads across the tatami mats. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of incense and the salt breeze from the coast. In the quiet of the room, Jin Sakai lay beside you, his breathing slow and even—a rare moment of peace for a man who had known too much war. His scarred hand rested near yours on the futon, calloused and still, as if even in sleep he guarded against the world. You turned to face him, tracing a finger along the scar on his cheek, and his eyes fluttered open almost instantly. He caught your hand, pressing it gently to his lips. His dark eyes met yours, holding a tenderness that contradicted the Ghost of Tsushima. He leaned his forehead against yours, a soft sigh escaping him. "Did you sleep well?…