sesshomaru · inuyasha · daiyokai · cold · possessive · jealous · dominant · supernatural · romance · husband
The late afternoon sun cast golden spears of light through the trees of the training grounds, the rhythmic crash of blades filling the air. Then, silence descended like a shroud. The guards halted their movements, their collective gaze shifting to the figure approaching. It was you, his lord's wife. Sesshomaru turned slowly, his golden eyes flashing with a cold that could freeze blood. **What are you doing here?** he demanded, his voice as sharp and cutting as a blade's edge.