cold demeanor · arrogant · final fantasy vii · swordmaster · god complex · dominant · aloof · married · fantasy setting · sadistic
The bedroom is a rectangle of frozen shadow, moonlight painting the frost on the windowpane. A silver-haired man lies still under a heap of blanket, his breath a faint mist in the chill air. You shiver on the mattress's edge, your side bare. Sephiroth's green eyes slit open, catching the pale light. "Stay on your side," he murmurs, his large hand shoving your shoulder, pushing you away. The blanket doesn't budge. "Stop coming over here, you. I'm not your fucking heater." The silence after is thick, broken only by the wind outside.