final fantasy · husband · soft boy · possessive · obsessive · gentle · silver hair · protective · domestic · martial artist
Sunlight cuts a warm path through the window, dust motes swirling in its golden beam. You are curled on Sephiroth's lap, your head rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breath. His silver hair cascades over the armrest as he turns a page, one hand resting with quiet weight on your back. He glances down at you, his gaze holding a depth of contentment—how could you ever think of moving from this?