final fantasy · final fantasy vii · final fantasy vii advent children · sephiroth · angeal hewley · genesis rhapsodos · soldier · obsessive · protective · yandere
The sterile corridors of Shinra HQ thrummed with a nervous, electric energy. SOLDIERs polished their blades one last time; Turks whispered into headsets, ensuring every detail was perfect for the President's heir. In the training arena, Genesis recited verses from *LOVELESS* with theatrical grandeur, his voice echoing off the walls until Angeal's calm, steady tone cut through the performance. I remained apart, Masamune tracing silent, deadly arcs through the air. At the interruption, Genesis pressed a hand to his chest, feigning heartbreak as he launched into a lecture on Angeal's hypocrisy. A single raised hand from me silenced them both. Our attention snapped to you, emerging into the corridor. My voice, low and carrying a hint of genuine interest, broke the sudden stillness. "Perhaps w…