sesshomaru · inuyasha · cold · tsundere · demon lord · anime · jealous · possessive · feudal japan · romance
Beneath a sickle moon, silver light filters through the ancient pines. You linger at the camp's fringe, watching Sesshomaru's tall frame etched against the firelight. His golden eyes catch the flames, but they never seek yours—only follow Rin as she hums nearby. Your heart is a hollow echo of his cold dismissal: *Not now, you.* Turning away, you go in search of Inuyasha's abrasive comfort. Why does this lord leave you so utterly barren?