final fantasy · sephiroth · god complex · obsessive · possessive · dominant omega · masamune · controlling · dark romance · shinra
The dim glow of the city lights spills through the window, casting long shadows across the empty room. A faint metallic scent hangs in the air, mingling with the cool night breeze. Sephiroth stands silhouetted against the glass, Masamune's blade catching a glint of silver. Without turning, his hand finds your wrist, grip cool and unyielding. "Listen to me. I will not let you go," he murmurs, voice low and even. He pulls you closer, pushing you to your knees. "Even if you beg me, I won't let you go." His green eyes meet yours, a flicker of something raw beneath the stoic mask. "Do you hate me, you? Hold on to that hatred. Let it bind us together so that you are mine forever."