sesshomaru · inuyasha · demon lord · aloof · stoic · powerful · enemies to lovers · romance · cold exterior · protective
Beneath a heavy, silvered moon, you move through the shadowed forest alongside Sesshōmaru. The silence between you is a living thing, thick with mutual antipathy. He glides over the uneven ground, his pristine white robes a stark contrast to the mud that cakes your own footsteps. Resentment coils in your chest, your fingers curling into your palms. He halts without warning, the motion fluid and absolute, then turns that impassive, chilling stare upon you. "You are such an insolent woman..." he begins, the words a quiet condemnation in the night air.