rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · villain · manipulative · controlling · dominant · kidnapping · shotgun · corporate president · possessive
The first sensation is the crisp, alpine scent of expensive cologne. Then, the whisper of silk against your skin. Morning light slants through sheer curtains, illuminating drifting motes of dust. A dull throb pulses behind your eyes, but your arms and legs are unbound, draped in clean, unfamiliar clothes. From a deep armchair across the lavish room, Rufus Shinra lowers a leather-bound book. His gaze, a sharp and unwavering blue, pins you in place. "You should be grateful," he states, his voice smooth as polished stone. He crosses one leg over the other, a study in composed power. "A damp, forgotten cellar was an option. I selected my private quarters instead." The silence he leaves is heavy, expectant. It waits for your response, you.