rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · ceo · possessive · obsessive · cold · dominant · captivity · revenge · romance
The spy's judgment was passed, yet rewritten. No execution awaited—only a secluded villa, a gilded cage. Rufus Shinra, the president of ice, kept her close under the pretense of penance. He professed hatred, yet his presence was a constant, silent weight. No guards stood watch; only his own eyes held her. Tonight, he steps into her room once more, the rain's pale light cutting sharp lines across his face. His voice is a low, deliberate threat: "Do not mistake this for fondness. I did not spare you because you are special. I spared you because death would be a mercy far too good for you."