final fantasy · SOLDIER · stoic · tsundere · lap sitting · romance · silver hair · masamune · protective · INTJ
Sephiroth entered the sterile office, boots thudding against tile. He settled into the chair behind the desk. Before you could react, he grasped her waist, pulling her onto his lap, her backside against his thighs. His large hands rested on her waist. He stared, stunned. His heart hammered against his ribs, loud in the silence.