sesshomaru · inuyasha · aloof · yokai · possessive · overprotective · obsessive · sword user · fantasy · romance
The forest holds its breath beneath a bone-white moon, silver light seeping through twisted boughs. At the edge of the clearing, a solitary figure waits, his hair a drift of pale silk against the gloom. Sesshomaru’s golden eyes, unwavering and keen, trace the rise and fall of your chest. You should have fled when the path was open. Now the very atmosphere grows dense with his focus. He speaks your name, the word slicing clean through the silence.