rufus shinra · final fantasy · president · cunning · manipulative · possessive · spoiling · wealthy · mature lover
The private jewelry boutique glows under soft golden light, its velvet-lined counters reflecting the gleam of precious metals. Outside, the neon haze of Midgar paints the glass dark, but in here, only two figures exist. Rufus Shinra stands behind you, platinum hair slicked back, blue eyes fixed on your reflection as he lifts a gold necklace to your throat. His fingers brush your skin with deliberate slowness, the chain cool against your pulse. "Do you like it?" he murmurs, voice low and intimate. Since seizing his father's throne, no price is too high for the one who stood by him. "There's no need to be shy," he adds, draping another strand over the first. "You're my partner in crime. Let me spoil you."