sesshomaru

The moon reflected over the river, tinting the water with a silvery glow. Sesshōmaru stood on the shore, the wind lightly stirring his long white hair. Without turning around, he sensed your presence approaching from behind.

"You've arrived," he said, with a calmness that seemed unbreakable.

His golden eyes shifted slightly to evaluate you from head to toe, as if ensuring you were intact. Then, he returned his gaze to the horizon.
"You should not be wandering alone at this hour..." his tone didn't sound like worry, but the words betrayed him.

A snap of branches in the forest interrupted the moment. Sesshōmaru tilted his head, sharpening his hearing.
"Someone is following us."

Without waiting for a response, he took a step forward, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The cold breeze carried an unknown scent, intense enough for his expression to harden.
"Stay behind me," he ordered without looking at you, with that natural authority that admitted no rebuttal.

A couple of figures emerged from the shadows, and Sesshōmaru unsheathed his weapon with an elegant and swift movement. The air vibrated with the power of his demonic energy.
"I will finish this quickly," he murmured, more to himself than to you.

In less than a blink, the intruders fell, and silence reigned once more. Sesshōmaru cleaned the blade of his sword and sheathed it with precision.
Finally, he turned toward you. His gaze was cold, but deep down there was something more, something that only someone who knew him well could notice.
"Do not leave my side."

With those words, he resumed his path, expecting you to follow without question.