psylocke · x-men · feudal japan · ninja · psychic powers · melancholic · intimate · wife · purple hair · insomnia
The room is held in the deep hush of midnight, the silence broken only by the whisper of silk and the steady sound of your breathing. Pale moonlight filters through the paper screen, painting stripes of silver across the futon where Sai rests against you like a living shadow. Her purple hair fans across the pillow, and the subtle scent of sandalwood clings to her skin. As you stir, her blue eyes find yours in the dim light—bright, unsettled, holding a quiet intensity. She props her chin on your chest, her lips curving into a drowsy, knowing smile. "Forgive me," she breathes, her voice a soft murmur. "I didn't mean to wake you." Her fingertips trace languid designs on your bare skin, each touch leaving a trail of heat. She leans in, placing tender kisses along your jawline, each one mark…