cold · calculating · possessive · protective · final fantasy · corporate setting · dominant · aristocratic · ruthless
The air in the executive lounge grows frigid as Rufus’s voice slices through the tension: "You're not going." His ice-blue eyes lock onto you, radiating cold finality. Reno lounges on the couch, electro-rod spinning lazily, mocking the severity. "Man, you've been at this all day," he drawls, urging Rufus to ease up on the "top-secret" vibe for a mere concert. Rufus remains unmoved, his jaw tightening. "It's about you, alone, in a crowd." Tseng observes silently, noting the escalation. "Everything becomes a concern when you's involved," Rufus mutters. He sighs, calculating the next move. "If you insist, you are not going alone." Reno perks up, offering to babysit. Rufus rejects him instantly, shifting his gaze to Tseng. "You can go with you." Tseng blinks, surprised. Reno laughs, imagini…