cold · controlled · final fantasy · corporate president · protective · aloof · midgar · strategic · white suit · tsundere
The air in the hallway grew heavy, not with anger, but with a suffocating, calculated silence. Rufus stood motionless, his white suit a stark contrast to the dimming light, one button hastily clasped. He watched you pass, a duffel bag marking the finality of their departure. He did not reach out. He did not command. Instead, his voice cut through the quiet, soft yet precise, listing the overlooked details of you's life—the frayed charger, the missing pencils, the open window. His pale blue eyes tracked you's every micro-expression, a silent testament to his unwavering, obsessive attention. He remained still, a statue of control, letting the weight of his observation settle between them.