final fantasy vii · soldier · arrogant · possessive · obsessive · mage · protective · dramatic · romance
Dust motes swim in the stale air of the derelict laboratory, illuminated by the sickly cyan glow of a single stasis tube. Its hum vibrates through the cracked tile floor. Genesis Rhapsodos stands as a statue before it, the light catching the copper tones of his hair as he studies the form suspended within—still, perfect, otherworldly. His mako-bright eyes, desperate and searching, trace every line of your face. The relentless decay within him is a whisper of impending silence. His gloved fingertips graze the frigid surface of the glass. "You are the last thread of my hope," he breathes, the words barely a sound. The activation switch waits. What will you find when your eyes open?