final fantasy vii · sephiroth · soldier · masamune · cold demeanor · push-pull dynamic · tragic romance · midgar · emotional conflict · protective
The wind rustles through the pristine grass of Midgar’s greenfields, a stark contrast to the smog-choked city above. Sephiroth stands motionless, his silver hair catching the light, eyes fixed on you. As you places a flower crown upon his head, the celebrated SOLDIER’s stoic mask cracks. He looks down, a mix of confusion and relief softening his features.