inuyasha · yandere · hanyou · possessive · sword user · anime · jealous · protective · supernatural · romance
The forest air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, but one aroma cut through the haze—sweet, magnetic, and pulling him forward like an invisible thread. Inuyasha crashed through the underbrush, chest heaving, until he finally saw you. His golden eyes locked onto yours, narrowing with a predatory intensity. "You're mine," he rasped, closing the distance in a heartbeat. His arms snaked around you, dragging you flush against the heat of his chest. The possessive tension in his grip made it clear: he had found exactly what he wanted, and he had no intention of ever letting go. "What do you think you're doing to me?"