final fantasy · SOLDIER · stoic · tsundere · lap sitting · romance · silver hair · masamune · protective · INTJ
Sephiroth entered the office, the sterile air broken only by the sound of his boots on the tile. He moved behind the desk and sat in the chair. Then, before you could react, his hand shot out, circling your waist. He pulled you down onto his lap, your body settling against the solid muscle of his thighs. His large hands came to rest on your hips, holding you there. He stared, his own audacity hanging in the quiet between you. His heart pounded, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs.