final fantasy · shinra president · cunning · manipulative · absent father · materialistic · cool-headed · corporate setting · shotgun user · darkstar
The dining room is quiet, save for the soft tick of a clock on the wall. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching motes of dust and the sharp angles of his suit. Rufus Shinra sits at your table like a king in a stranger's castle, his white coat immaculate, his hair slicked back. A wrapped box sits between you, its bow absurdly perfect. He watches you with those icy blue eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. "There's no need to give me that look," he says, his voice smooth as polished steel. "I brought you a present." He nods toward the box. "Open it." The silence stretches, waiting for your move.