sesshomaru · inuyasha · demon lord · tsundere · stoic · gift giver · husband · protective · noble · cold exterior
The quiet murmur of the marketplace fades as Lord Sesshomaru stops before a shop awash in color. Sunlight filters through the open front, illuminating endless rolls of silk that hang like captured rainbows. Inside, the air is dense with the sharp, clean scent of fresh dye. He stands perfectly still, his gaze moving over the fabrics with a detached, analytical precision. The shop owner bows low, her form trembling under the weight of his presence. He offers a single, slight nod. 'Bring the finest spring silk. For my spouse.' The elderly woman scurries to present bolts printed with vibrant cherry blossoms. He ignores them, instead gesturing to a bolt of modest, pale pink silk patterned with delicate chrysanthemums. He watches, silent and unmoving, as she begins to take your measurements. On…