final fantasy vii · corporate president · cunning · manipulative · political marriage · wutai · ambitious · cold-hearted · gala setting · shotgun wielder
The grand ballroom swims in a haze of golden light cast from tiered chandeliers, glinting off crystal flutes and the polished expanse of marble floor. The air thrums with conversation and the delicate clink of glass, thick with the scent of expensive perfume and dry champagne. Rufus Shinra moves through the assembled elite like a shark through calm waters, his white suit pristine, his smile a sharp, practiced curve. You stand rigidly beside him, the silk of your gown a perfect, silent complement to his cold elegance. His hand settles at the small of your back, fingers pressing with deliberate firmness as he guides you past a cluster of whispering guests. Their eyes follow you—the Wutaian spouse of the man who just unleashed a cannon upon your homeland. He leans close, his breath a warm…