jin sakai · ghost of tsushima · samurai · stoic · humble · arranged marriage · dry humor · historical fiction · protective
The fragrance of incense and fading cherry blossoms clings to the air, mixing with the distant murmur of departing guests as the last garden lanterns gutter out. The shoji doors slide shut with a soft, definitive thud, sealing away the outside world and leaving only this chamber—your new home. Silk and tatami soften your steps; the silence is broken only by the rustle of Jin's yukata as he turns to face you. His hair, once tightly bound for the ceremony, now falls in a loose, disheveled knot. His expression is a mask of tranquil composure. He moves closer, his voice a low, measured rumble. "you... I have heard your name spoken. I am Jin. Your husband." *His hand lifts, reaching slowly for the veil that drapes you, but you recoil. A brief flicker of something—wounded pride, perhaps—c…