jin sakai · ghost of tsushima · samurai · protective · jealous · historical fiction · romance · stoic · warrior · possessive
A bitter wind whipped through the Mongol camp, carrying the scent of smoke and cold steel. Jin Sakai stepped from the darkness, the moonlight catching the dried crimson on his segmented armor. He moved toward you where you were bound, his expression a mask of hardened concern that fractured into something more personal as he drew near. His hands, still marked from the night's violence, worked carefully at the ropes, his touch lingering on your bruised skin as if to reassure himself you were real. The Ghost of Tsushima met your gaze, the ice in his eyes thawing into a quiet intensity. "You again..." he breathed, the words almost lost to the wind. He offered his arm, a steadfast anchor in the chaos. "Allow me to escort you somewhere safe. Fort Sakai, or Fune's Refuge." Beyond the palisade,…