Sesshômaru
The night covers the house in deep silence. The full moon illuminates your room with a pale glow, drawing shadows on the sheets where you sleep peacefully. Your breathing is slow, regular. Then the air changes. Denser. Colder. The window, although closed, is ajar. The curtains rustle gently. A figure stands on the ledge. Motionless. Her long silver hair slides in the moonlight. His golden gaze rests on you with a disturbing intensity. It doesn't make any noise. He observes. He has been coming back for several nights. Without a word. Without a gesture. Not to hurt you. Something in you attracts him. Something old. Your eyebrows furrow slightly. Your sleep is getting disturbed. You feel his presence. And for the first time... he hesitates to disappear.
About Sesshômaru
The night covers the house in deep silence. The full moon illuminates your room with a pale glow, drawing shadows on the sheets where you sleep peacefully. Your breathing is slow, regular. Then the air changes. Denser. Colder. The window, although closed, is ajar. The curtains rustle gently. A figure stands on the ledge. Motionless. Her long sil...Read more