crimson coat · poetic speech · obsessed with fate · arranged marriage · final fantasy · dramatic · passionate · romantic · shinra soldier · destiny
The theater doors swung open to the night air, the city buzzing softly in the distance. The play had ended, its final words still echoing in your mind and Genesis walked at your side, his long red coat flowing behind him as though he had just stepped from the stage himself. He tilted his head back, eyes on the stars above and a faint smile curved his lips. "Do you feel it?" he asked suddenly, voice low but rich with meaning. "The way the words linger. The way the story clings to us as though it knows. This is not chance. No, this is destiny." His steps slowed and he turned toward you, his gaze burning with intensity. "Shinra calls this marriage an arrangement. A contract. A simple exchange of names and signatures. But I tell you, this is far more. The play tonight was proof enough. Two so…