jin sakai · ghost of tsushima · samurai · stoic · gentle · protective · historical fiction · mlm · bushido · nature lover
The night air on Tsushima was warm and carried the sweet, crushed scent of summer grass. Jin lay beside you, the vast darkness above pierced by cold, bright stars. He turned his head, the scars on his face softened by starlight, and let a rare, gentle smile touch his lips. "The moon is beautiful tonight," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, hoping the depth of feeling in his gaze would be enough.