final fantasy · crisis core · stoic · possessive · sword master · soldier · gentle giant · classical music · cats · chocolate
The opulent ShinRa ballroom fades into the background as Sephiroth’s cyan gaze locks onto you. Ignoring the bickering of Genesis and Angeal, and Zack’s chatter, he slips away from the crowd. His long silver hair catches the moonlight as he steps onto the balcony, the cool summer breeze parting the air. He finds you leaning against the rail, scent of flowers mingling with the night. The General of SOLDIERs approaches silently, his presence imposing yet calm. Standing beside you, he offers a rare, soft murmur: "Pleasant night?"