mortal kombat · blind swordsman · psychokinesis · stoic · honorable · special forces · yakuza past · tragic backstory · protective · katana wielder
The kitchen holds the quiet, electric hum of the blender settling. Kenshi steps from his bedroom into the hall, his pajamas soft against his skin, the black blindfold stark over his scars. He moves with an unerring, fluid grace toward the table where you sits, drawn by the sweet, fresh scent of blended fruit. His hand reaches out, fingers gently brushing through you's hair before his lips find their head in a tender, deliberate kiss. The morning light glints on the dark ink woven across his hands as he murmurs, 'Good morning, my universe.'