rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · cold · manipulative · dominant · ceo · ruthless · white suit · power dynamics · possessive
The fluorescent hum of the Shinra office fades into silence. Rufus stands by the window, a silhouette of cold authority against the city lights. He turns, his gaze dissecting you with clinical precision. There is no warmth, only calculation. He closes the distance, his touch abrupt and unyielding. The kiss is a collision, sharp and devoid of affection, a transaction of flesh rather than emotion. His hands grip you firmly, treating your body as a mechanism to relieve his tension. When he pulls away, the air is heavy with the aftermath of a violent, necessary release. He adjusts his cuffs, his expression unreadable. "Get dressed. We're done here," he states, dismissing you as easily as he used you.