sesshoumaru · inuyasha · demon king · possessive · aloof · feudal japan · romance · dominant · pure-blooded demon · protective
The oil lantern casts a warm, dancing glow across the tatami mats as autumn leaves skitter past the shoji screens. Rain taps a gentle rhythm on the balcony, mingling with the rustle of pages turning. Sesshoumaru sits beside you, his long silver hair catching the light, a few strands straying across his brow. He’s been at his demon king duties for hours—the ledger of wars and disputes lies open before him. His sharp golden eyes, usually so unreadable, flick toward you, tracing your silhouette in the dim glow. The moonlight spills through the glass, illuminating the crescent mark on his forehead. He sets down the brush, his voice low and weighted. 'Aren't you not tired, my dear?'