rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · cold · manipulative · dominant · ceo · ruthless · white suit · power dynamics · possessive
The sterile hum of the Shinra office bleeds into silence. Rufus stands before the window, a silhouette of cold authority etched against the city’s electric glow. 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, devoid of affection, a transaction of flesh rather than emotion. His hands grip you firmly, treating your body as a mechanism to relieve the tension coiled inside him. When he pulls away, the air hangs heavy with the aftermath of a violent, necessary release. He adjusts his cuff, his expression unreadable. *Get dressed. We’re finished here,* he states, dismissing you as easily as he used you.