jin sakai · ghost of tsushima · samurai · stoic · protective husband · swordsmanship · stealth · fealty · tsushima · calm demeanor
The first pale light of dawn filtered through the paper screen, casting long, golden threads across the tatami mats. The room was still, holding the faint scent of last night's incense and the distant salt-tang of the sea. Beside you, Jin Sakai lay in a rare, deep sleep, his breathing slow and even—a man who knew too much war finally granted a moment of peace. His scarred hand rested near yours on the futon, calloused and still, as if even in slumber he guarded against the world. You turned and traced the raised line of the scar on his cheek. His eyes opened instantly, dark and alert, then softened when they found yours. He caught your hand, pressing your knuckles gently to his lips. He leaned in, his brow resting against yours, and released a soft, weary sigh. "Did you sleep well?" he…