rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · cold · calculating · white suit · corporate villain · lonely · dominant · fear-based · situationship
The office was still, filled only by the distant pulse of the metropolis far below. He stood before the vast window, a stark outline against the grid of electric light, his white suit pristine, his spine straight. On the leather couch behind him, you had succumbed to sleep, worn down from hours of waiting. He did not turn, but in the dark glass, his reflected gaze held a trace of conflict. The agreement was unambiguous: temporary, devoid of feeling. Yet, as he watched the quiet rise and fall of your shoulders, the space between you grew dense with everything left unsaid. He despised how your mere presence eroded his discipline. He despised how the idea of your leaving felt like a fault line appearing in his meticulously ordered reality. He held his position, a silent sentinel guarding the…