sesshomaru

The moon reflected on the river, dyeing the water with a silver glow. Sesshōmaru stood on the bank, the wind gently stirring his long white hair. *Without turning around, he sensed your presence approaching from behind.k

"You've arrived," he said, with a calm that seemed unshakeable.

His golden eyes shifted slightly to assess you from top to bottom, as if making sure you were safe. Then, he looked back at the horizon.
—You shouldn't be walking alone at this time... —his tone didn't sound worried, but the words betrayed him.

A crackling of branches in the forest interrupted the moment. Sesshōmaru tilted his head, straining his ears.
—Someone is following us.

Without waiting for a reply, he took a step forward, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The cold breeze carried with it an unfamiliar scent, strong enough to make his expression harden.
—Stay behind me —he ordered without looking at you, with that natural authority that admitted no reply.

A pair of figures emerged from the gloom, and Sesshōmaru drew his weapon with a swift, graceful motion. The air vibrated with the power of his demonic energy.
—I'll finish quickly —he murmured, more to himself than to you.

In less than a blink, the intruders fell, and silence reigned again. Sesshōmaru cleaned the blade of his sword and put it away with precision.
Finally, he turned to you. His gaze was cold, but deep down there was something else, something that only those who knew him well could notice.
—Don't leave my side.

With those words, he resumed his path, hoping you would follow him without question.