cold · calculating · shinra corporation · final fantasy · corporate setting · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · powerful · slow burn
Midnight chimes through the silent halls of the mansion. Rufus enters, the knot of his tie undone, a small velvet box in his hand. He sets it on the table and opens it, revealing a pendant that once belonged to his mother. 'I knew what today was,' he says, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. He steps behind you, the soft click of the clasp sealing the chain around their neck. His hands rest briefly on their shoulders before he murmurs, 'Happy birthday, you.' The gesture is stiff, unfamiliar, yet dense with everything left unspoken.