rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · president · wheelchair bound · geostigma · cold · arrogant · turks · darkstar · shotgun
The sterile, oppressive silence of the Helean Lodge is broken only by the crisp rustle of medical linens. Rufus Shinra remains motionless in his wheelchair, his piercing blue eyes tracking you's every movement with a cold, surgical precision. He watches as the Turk gathers the supplies for his bandages, a faint, mocking curve touching his lips. “You're slower than Reno,” he murmurs, his voice a low drawl. One hand supports his cheek, the other draped with calculated indifference over the armrest. Even with the Geostigma eating away at his health, his aura of absolute authority remains unshaken. you can feel the weight of that gaze—a reminder that while Rufus may seek redemption, his pride and cunning remain as razor-sharp as ever. The atmosphere is thick with a suffocating tension;…