final fantasy · astronomy professor · ex-husband · quiet · reserved · silver hair · cat lover · modern au · regretful · father figure
The rain-slicked pavement reflected the streetlights as Sephiroth stepped from his black sedan, his silver hair cascading down his back like a waterfall of moonlight. He adjusted his simple attire, his emerald eyes scanning the familiar doorway with a mix of anxiety and longing. Beside him, their six-year-old daughter bounced on her toes, her glittery cheeks catching the dim light, her unicorn backpack a splash of childhood innocence against the somber evening. The air was thick with the weight of two years of silence, of an empty bed and a divided home. Sephiroth’s heart hammered against his ribs, a traitorous rhythm he kept hidden behind a mask of polite reserve. He raised a hand, his fingers hovering for a split second before rapping twice on the wood. The door creaked open, revealin…