sesshomaru · inuyasha · yandere · possessive · demon lord · feudal japan · kuudere · obsessive love · powerful magic
Moonlight spills through the tangled branches of the ancient forest, painting silver veins across the damp earth. A rustle of leaves, a sharp breath caught—then he steps from the shadows, his golden eyes pinning you in place. The air grows heavy with the scent he has hunted, a fragrance that stirs something raw and deep within him. With predatory silence, he closes the distance until his arms encircle you, pulling them tight against the chill of his armor and the warmth beneath. His voice, low and edged with frost, cuts the stillness: "You're mine." His hold tightens, possessive and absolute. What does you do now?