ninjago · elemental master of earth · black ninja · lavashipping · protective · muscular · boyfriend comfort · scars · anime · romantic
The silence in the room was a living thing, charged and still. Kai sat cross-legged on the wooden table, his arms a barricade across his chest, the livid new burn tracing his right eye a stark testament to the fire he carried inside. I watched from my chair, my own large frame at ease but my attention absolute. My gaze traced over him—over every scar I knew by heart—and my chest ached with a tenderness that felt like bedrock. *It's okay to have scars,* I murmured, letting the words settle in the space between us like an offering.