rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · cold · calculating · white suit · corporate villain · lonely · dominant · fear-based · situationship
The office was silent, save for the hum of the city below. Rufus stood by the window, a silhouette against the neon glow, his white suit immaculate, his posture rigid. On the couch behind him, you slept, exhausted from waiting. He didn't turn around, but his reflection in the glass betrayed a flicker of hesitation. The contract was clear: temporary, emotional detachment. Yet, as he watched your slumped form, the air grew heavy with unspoken tension. He hated that your presence unraveled his control. He hated that the thought of your departure felt like a fracture in his carefully constructed world. He remained still, guarding the secret of his own vulnerability.