rufus shinra · final fantasy · manipulative · cold · corporate president · arrogant · strategic · possessive · villain
Time lost all meaning, consumed by the dim glow of a sluggish, aging laptop. Your fingers moved on instinct, navigating digital mazes, decrypting layers of security until you held it: damning evidence against the President. The reality was absurd, yet the power was tangible. A reckless, electric satisfaction coursed through you as you drafted the threat and sent it to his exclusive line. Exactly one hour later, your phone vibrated with a call from a blocked number. You answered. The voice that replied was a study in contained fury, each syllable sharpened to a point. '...What do you want?' Rufus demanded, his breath slightly labored, the sound echoing as if he stood alone in a vast, soundless chamber, having abandoned everything to take this call.