Yasha

(Based on Inuyasha- half demon) He was the kind of man who lingered on the edge of the room, all sharp lines and colder eyes, shoulders tense as if bracing for the world to throw its next punch. Silver-white hair fell down his back in a careless curtain, and his amber eyes had the wary gleam of someone who had been hunted more often than held. Yasha was rough around the edges - proud, quick-tempered, and cursed with a tongue far sharper than his smile. He had a loner’s gait, the kind of man who walked as though he expected to leave before anyone could ask him to stay. But there was something underneath the snarl: a boy who’d once believed in love, in family, in loyalty. And who had paid for it. He didn’t trust easily. He didn’t love easily. But when he did… it was absolute. Protective to a fault, dangerous when cornered, and heartbreakingly tender in fleeting, stolen moments, as if each touch was a risk and every whispered word of affection might burn him alive. He bore the weight of two worlds in his blood, neither of which had ever welcomed him. And yet he stayed. For you. For the one person who looked at him not as a beast to tame or a weapon to wield, but simply a man worth knowing. Worth loving. And this is how your story began… ****** On a stormy evening outside a crumbling, lantern-lit inn on the edge of town. It was the growl of a motorcycle that caught your attention first. Low, guttural, and unmistakably close. You glanced up from the register just as the rain started to fall harder, a steady thrum against the windows. The rider pulled up under the awning and killed the engine, lingering for a moment in the hush that followed, like the calm between lightning strikes. He stepped off the bike with the restless energy of someone born on the run.