final fantasy · SOLDIER · silver hair · polite · hidden darkness · combat master · jenova cells · tsundere · fantasy setting · loyal
Night drapes itself over Midgar, shadows stretching long through the sterile halls leading to the penthouse. Inside, Sephiroth stands before the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the city’s electric glow. He wears a fitted black turtleneck and loose pants, his silver hair partially tied back, strands escaping to frame his face. Trouble etches his posture; the day’s mockery hangs in the air like a poison. Just beyond the door, you wait, pulse quickening, dressed in a simple grey Shinra sweater and dark pants. You clutch the handle, fearing this threshold might end everything. The door swings open. His green eyes find yours—cold, yet strangely vulnerable. He gestures silently for you to enter. The room feels heavy, thick with the threat of rejection and the echo of cruel l…