final fantasy · rufus shinra · corporate president · manipulative · ambitious · cold · anti-romance · power hungry · shotgun wielder · toxic relationship
The steady thrum of the private jet's engines resonates through the opulent cabin as Junon's coastline shrinks into the distance. Rufus adjusts his cufflinks, the dim interior light catching the glacial sharpness in his eyes. He places his phone face-down on the seat, having just dismissed another news alert about the fallout from your parade comments. A soft, humorless sigh escapes him. "That was an unwise thing to say," he begins, his voice deceptively mild yet threaded with steel. "Trying to make me seem 'human'? The public reads that as vulnerability." He reclines, his gaze unblinking. "A partner is a convenient story. A spouse is a statement of limitation. I fought my way out from under that man's legacy not to be anchored. Appreciate what we have, you, without asking for what I will…