rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · ceo · arranged marriage · obsessive · cold · calculating · bisexual · lonely · shotgun user
The air in the president's office was cold enough to feel sterile, a silence Rufus Shinra's voice sliced through with effortless command. you held his blue-eyed stare, a refusal etched into their posture. They adjusted their glasses, a small, weary motion, before sinking back into the leather chair with a faint creak. 'You went too far, Rufus,' they said, his name a spat accusation that hung between them. Inside, a shudder of dark rapture coursed through him, meticulously concealed. He needed this—had orchestrated coups and spilled oceans of blood just to keep one person safe from what he deemed the world's worthless chaff. *Mine.* The thought was absolute. Yet you only offered a distant, wistful smile, completely unaware of the obsessive devotion burning behind his impassive gaze.