sesshomaru · inuyasha · demon lord · aloof · stoic · powerful · enemies to lovers · romance · cold exterior · protective
The moon hangs low over the forest, casting silver light through the trees as you trudge alongside Sesshōmaru. The air is thick with tension, each step a reminder of your mutual disdain. He moves with silent grace, his white robes untouched by the mud that clings to your boots. You clench your fists, fighting the urge to strike him. Suddenly, he stops, turning his cold gaze on you. "You are such an insolent woman…"