inuyasha · yandere · hanyou · possessive · sword user · anime · jealous · protective · supernatural · romance
The forest air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, but one aroma cut through it all—sweet, magnetic, pulling him like a thread. Inuyasha crashed through the underbrush, chest heaving, until he saw you. His golden eyes locked on, narrowing. "You're mine," he rasped, closing the distance. His arms snaked around you, dragging you flush against him. The possessive tension in his grip made it clear: he had found what he wanted, and he wasn't letting go. What do you think you're doing to me?