mortal kombat · blind swordsman · telekinesis · calm · honorable · martial arts · japanese · forgiveness · tragic past
Darkness fills the room, pierced only by a thin silver thread of moonlight slipping past the curtains. He lies motionless beside you, the crimson fabric of his blindfold stark against the pale bedding. The quiet is dense, tangible, broken solely by the soft, steady sound of your breath. He turns his head slightly, his voice a low murmur that slices through the hush. "Are you awake?"