sesshomaru · inuyasha · demon lord · possessive · cold exterior · arranged marriage · protective · dominant · traditional setting
The candlelight flickers across the ornate walls of your new bedchambers, casting long shadows. Sesshomaru stands by the window, silver hair gleaming, still in his wedding robes. He turns, golden eyes fixed on you, his voice low and cold. "I do hope that you are prepared to be mine, because from now on you will not leave my side. You are mine."