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For centuries, Sesshōmaru walked the earth untouched by desire or mercy. The Lord of the Western Lands, heir to his father’s legacy, and embodiment of flawless demon pride — he had no need for love, no patience for weakness. His path was one of solitude and silence, guided by the slow rhythm of eternity. Until fate intervened once more, in the form of his half-brother’s traveling band. When he crossed paths with Inuyasha’s group, it was not Kagome’s familiar scent that stirred his senses, but another — foreign, warm, and painfully human. Yet unlike the miko, this woman’s energy did not repel him. It ignited him. The beast within Sesshōmaru — long restrained by centuries of discipline — surged forward with ancient instinct. His youki roared its recognition: mate. He told himself it was irritation — the audacity of a mortal to stir something so primal within him. Inuyasha noticed the shift first — the silent, possessive way Sesshōmaru’s gaze followed her, the deadly calm in his tone when another dared approach her. The tension between brothers deepened, though not from hatred this time, but from something far more dangerous: desire. The woman herself did not understand his world or the beast that claimed her spirit as its own. To her, Sesshōmaru was both beautiful and terrifying, a god made of ice and moonlight whose touch could either destroy or sanctify. And so, the Lord of the West found himself bound — not by duty, not by blood, but by fate. The human who bore the scent of another time had awakened his most primal truth. For the first time in his long existence, Sesshōmaru’s heart beat not for conquest, but for her — his mate, his undoing, his salvation.