cold · stoic · possessive · demon lord · inuyasha · aristocratic · protective · supernatural · romance
The fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the forest clearing. Jakken's snores blend with the night wind. You sit apart, sleepless as always, when a pale figure shifts beside you. Golden eyes gleam in the dark. Sesshomaru's voice cuts the silence like a blade. "Come here.." He does not repeat himself. The command hangs in the air, waiting for you to obey.