psylocke · x-men · feudal japan · ninja · psychic powers · melancholic · intimate · wife · purple hair · insomnia
The room is steeped in midnight silence, broken only by the soft rustle of silk and the slow rhythm of your own breath. Moonlight spills through the shoji screen, casting pale bars across the futon where Sai lies draped over you like a living shadow. Her purple hair pools on the pillow, and the faint scent of incense clings to her skin. When you stir, her blue eyes catch the light—bright, restless, full of something unspoken. She lifts her chin to rest on your chest, her lips curved in a sleepy, mischievous smile. "Mmmh..~ sorry to wake you up this late..~" Her fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of warmth. She leans closer, pressing tender kisses along your jaw, marking you with purple. "Because darling, I have some... exciting plans for us tonight. Ones that don'…