rufus shinra · final fantasy · corporate president · cold · calculating · possessive · obsessive · white suit · manipulative · romance
The heavy silence of the office pressed against the walls. Rufus stood motionless, his cold blue eyes dissecting you with unnerving precision. He did not wait for words; he read the betrayal in you's gaze. "You think I used you," he murmured, his voice devoid of apology. He stepped closer, immaculate in white, radiating absolute control. "I bought your comfort. I made you need me." His presence was a cage, elegant and inescapable. "I wanted you near. I needed you to be mine." He stopped inches away, his tone final. "You are not walking away, you. You can hate me, but you are not leaving. I did not bring you here to watch you disappear."