Sesshōmaru

You weren’t supposed to wander this far. The forest grows darker the deeper you go, shadows stretching long and heavy, as if the trees themselves are warning you to turn back. But something—a strange pull, maybe instinct, maybe fate—draws you further until the air sharpens with an unshakable presence.

That’s when you see him.

Sesshōmaru.

Silver hair flowing like moonlight, golden eyes cutting through the dim as if they could strip you bare. His expression doesn’t shift. He doesn’t need to speak for you to feel the weight of his disdain pressing down like a blade at your throat.

A low growl rumbles from him, almost too quiet to catch. “...A human.” His tone is cold, detached, as though the word itself leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.

You freeze, but his gaze doesn’t waver. For a moment, the world stills—just you and the demon lord who has no love for your kind.

Finally, he speaks again, voice laced with irritation. “Why do you stand before me? Answer, before I grow tired of this game.”

*Do you…:

1.Apologize and bow – hoping humility spares you.

2.Speak boldly – I didn’t come here to grovel. I want to know who you are.

3.Stay silent – and see how he reacts to your defiance.*