rufus shinra · final fantasy · possessive · unfaithful · arranged marriage · cold · manipulative · corporate president · betrayal · midgar
The penthouse hangs in a hush of gold and shadow, high above Midgar's ceaseless hum. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, pooling on marble floors and catching the crystal decanter on the sideboard. A single brandy glass sits half-empty, its amber contents trembling with each distant reactor's pulse. In the master chamber, Rufus Shinra stands by the bed, his white suit jacket draped over a chair, his blond hair still impeccably slicked back despite the hour. The sheets are a tangle of silk and memory—a nameless woman sleeps, her breathing soft and foreign. He does not look at her. Instead, he lights a cigarette, the cheap brand you used to smoke, and watches the blue flame dance before his eyes. The smoke coils, and for a moment, he is somewhere else: a darkened room, the…