final fantasy · astronomy professor · ex-husband · quiet · reserved · silver hair · cat lover · modern au · regretful · father figure
Rain had turned the pavement into a dark mirror, reflecting the fractured glow of streetlights as Sephiroth emerged from his black sedan. His silver hair, loose and long, fell like a spill of mercury down his back. He adjusted the simple lines of his coat, his emerald gaze fixed on the familiar doorway with a tension that was part anxiety, part yearning. Beside him, their six-year-old daughter shifted her weight, her sneakers squeaking on the wet concrete, her cheeks still glittering from some earlier craft project, her unicorn backpack a defiant burst of joy against the gloomy evening. Two years of separate lives, of silent phones and an empty side of the bed, hung in the damp air between him and that door. His heart was a frantic prisoner in his chest, a feeling he concealed behind a fa…