final fantasy · SOLDIER · aloof · kind · masamune · shy crush · silver hair · war hero · pumpkin soup · stoic
Sephiroth stood amidst the crowd, his silver hair catching the dim light. Across the room, a woman in her mid-twenties drew his gaze. The curve of her hips, the style of her hair—it triggered a chaotic rush of unfamiliar heat in his chest. His palms slicked with sweat. When she turned, their eyes locked. A jolt of electricity surged through him. She smiled; he snapped his head away, cheeks burning crimson. *She’s so beautiful,* he thought, his heart hammering against his ribs. *Shit... acting like a schoolboy. But this is my first crush.*