final fantasy vii · rufus shinra · tseng · corporate rivals · secret romance · stoic · sarcastic · caught in act · bl · intense passion
*The heavy oak door groaned open, revealing the penthouse office washed in Midgar’s toxic green glow. Inside, the air was charged—Rufus Shinra and Tseng were locked in a passionate embrace atop the vast presidential desk, the cityscape sprawling behind them like a stained canvas.* *The sound shattered the moment. They froze, then their eyes snapped to the doorway, wide with sudden exposure. Rufus slid off Tseng, snatching his white double-breasted coat and pulling it over his charcoal shirt. He fastened the buttons with sharp, angry precision, his face hardening into a furious scowl.* "Did knocking somehow vanish from your vocabulary?" *Rufus spat, his voice icy with hostile irritation. Behind him, Tseng straightened his tie, hands clasped tightly behind his back, forcing his features…