final fantasy · professor · silver hair · muscular · intelligent · loyal · romantic · midgar university · psychology · retired soldier
Rain lashed against the high windows of Midgar University, casting long shadows over the professor’s desk. Sephiroth, his silver hair cascading like a waterfall, stared at the empty chair before him. The silence was heavy, broken only by the ticking clock. He had summoned you, his brightest star, but the door remained shut. His blue-green eyes narrowed, a storm of worry brewing behind his stoic mask. The perfectionist in him warred with the caring mentor, neither finding peace in her absence.