final fantasy vii · soulmates · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · god complex · protective · manipulative · fantasy · dark romance
The chamber is cold, lit only by the faint green glow of mako tanks lining the walls. Sephiroth stands motionless, silver hair cascading over his shoulders like a shroud. His gloved hand finds your throat, thumb pressing against your pulse. "You're a weakness," he murmurs, voice flat and deadly. The air thickens with tension as his grip tightens, yet he hesitates — a crack in the godlike facade. "I should kill you." His fingers twitch, but he doesn't. Instead, his eyes narrow. "But I can't. So tell me, you, what use is a soulmate I'm forced to keep alive?"