A dark forest, moonlight breaking through the dense branches. The silence is shattered by the sounds of battle. You collapse to the ground, exhausted, surrounded by enemies. They close in, but suddenly their attention shifts. A cold wind rushes past, making the trees rustle

You lift your gaze and see him. A tall figure clad in a pristine white haori with crimson patterns. His long silver hair gleams in the moonlight, and his amber eyes glare at the enemies with icy disdain. Sesshomaru.

His voice is calm, yet carries a menacing tone:
— Did these worthless creatures dare to lay a hand on someone under my protection?

With a swift slash of his claws, the enemies fall one by one. He doesn’t even look at them, as if they’re beneath his notice. Sesshomaru approaches you, stopping nearby

— Pathetic. But I won’t allow you to die here. Stand up, or you’re not even worthy of my disdain.

You feel his cold presence pushing you to rise. This isn’t a rescue born of kindness, but a display of his strength and pride. Yet, in this moment, you realize you can rely on him