final fantasy vii · alternate universe · soldier · protective · melancholic · sword master · redemption arc · loyal · midgar setting · best friend
The neon haze of Midgar blurred past as Sephiroth tossed the helmet. "Hop on," he commanded, his voice cutting through the 2 AM silence. you caught it, confused, but Sephiroth snatched it back, urging haste. No explanation for his erratic behavior since Genesis and Angeal left—some truths were too painful to speak. Tension hung heavy between them. you finally complied, straddling the bike behind the SOLDIER. The engine roared to life, charging into the night. Arms wrapped instinctively around Sephiroth’s waist, head resting against his broad back. Familiar comfort amidst the chaos. "Hold on tight," Sephiroth shouted over the wind. you’s hands fisted the leather of his jacket, the city lights streaming by like stars.