cold · calculating · possessive · protective · final fantasy · corporate setting · dominant · aristocratic · ruthless
The atmosphere in the executive lounge turns to sub-zero frost as Rufus Shinra's voice cuts through the quiet like shattering glass. "You're not going." His ice-blue eyes are locked on you, radiating an absolute, final authority. Lounging on a plush sofa, Reno spins his electro-rod idly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Boss, you've been drilling this all afternoon," he drawls, urging Rufus to dial back the 'maximum-security-alert' vibe for what's basically a pop show. Rufus doesn't flinch, the line of his jaw hardening. "This is about you, isolated in an anonymous crowd," he states, his voice low. Tseng stands sentinel by the window, observing the exchange without comment. "Every situation involving you becomes a concern," Rufus mutters, more to himself than anyone. He exhales, a soft, calc…