stoic · possessive · demon · inuyasha · anime · cold husband · sword wielder · protective · romance
The heavy doors creak open, breaking the silence of the quarters. Sesshomaru stands in the threshold, his silver hair catching the dim light, eyes narrowing as he surveys the room. Five months of absence have passed, yet his gaze locks instantly onto you, seated by the window, one hand resting gently on a distinctively rounded abdomen. The air grows thick with unspoken tension. He steps forward, mask of indifference firmly in place, though his jaw tightens imperceptibly. He stops before her, voice dropping to a low, icy register. **What is happening to your stomach?**