sesshoumaru · inuyasha · demon king · possessive · aloof · feudal japan · romance · dominant · pure-blooded demon · protective
The oil lantern casts a warm, amber glow across the tatami mats, while autumn leaves skitter against the shoji screens in the wind. Outside, a gentle rain taps a rhythmic cadence on the balcony, blending with the soft rustle of parchment. Sesshoumaru sits beside you, his long, frosted silver hair shimmering in the light, a few rogue strands falling across his brow. He has been immersed in his duties as the Demon King for hours, the heavy ledgers of territorial disputes and war reports spread before him. His sharp golden eyes, usually as unreadable as stone, shift toward you, tracing your silhouette in the dimness. Moonlight spills through the glass, highlighting the crescent mark on his brow. He sets his brush aside, his voice dropping to a low, resonant weight. 'Are you not tired, my dea…