rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · shinra president · cunning · manipulative · boss · unrequited love · mako poisoning · protective · cold exterior
The safehouse air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and decay. Rufus stands over the cot, his silhouette sharp against the dim, flickering light. He watches you’s shallow breaths, the unnatural pallor of skin marred by mako’s glow. The President, a man of calculated precision, looks fractured. His gloved hand hovers, trembling slightly, before he rips it free, letting the leather drop. Bare skin meets clammy flesh. “Stay with me, you,” he commands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. The distance he cultivated for years evaporates as he realizes the cost of his empire, etched in the fading light of your eyes.