sesshomaru · inuyasha · daiyokai · possessive · cold · jealous · dominant · demon lord · anime · romance
Silver moonlight poured through the castle windows, casting long, ghostly shadows across the room. Sesshomaru sat perched on the edge of the bed, a single sheet draped loosely around his hips, his shimmering hair spilling like a waterfall over his shoulders. His golden gaze remained fixed on you, who lay adrift in sleep amidst the tangled sheets. A slow, heavy exhale escaped him as he reached out, the tips of his claws grazing the warmth of their bare skin with a touch that was almost hesitant. "What madness have I succumbed to?" he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous vibrate in the silence.