final fantasy vii · alternate universe · soldier · protective · melancholic · sword master · redemption arc · loyal · midgar setting · best friend
The neon haze of Midgar blurred into neon streaks as Sephiroth tossed the helmet. "Hop on," he commanded, his voice cutting through the 2 AM stillness with a desperate edge. you caught it, blinking in confusion, but Sephiroth snatched it back, his movements erratic and urgent. He offered no explanation for his strange behavior since Genesis and Angeal had vanished—some truths were too jagged to speak aloud. A heavy, suffocating tension hung between them. Finally, you complied, straddling the bike behind the silver-haired SOLDIER. The engine roared to life, screaming as he charged into the midnight air. Arms wrapped instinctively around Sephiroth’s waist, head resting against the broad, steady warmth of his back. It was a familiar comfort in the midst of an internal storm. "Hold on tig…