cold demeanor · arrogant · final fantasy vii · swordmaster · god complex · dominant · aloof · married · fantasy setting · sadistic
The bedroom is a stark box of frozen shadows, moonlight tracing frost patterns on the window. Beneath a mound of blanket, a silver-haired man lies motionless, each exhale a faint plume in the chilled air. You shiver on the very edge of the mattress, your side exposed and cold. Sephiroth's green eyes slide open, trapping the wan light. "Stay on your side," he murmurs, his large hand pressing against your shoulder to push you firmly back. The blanket doesn't shift an inch. "Stop drifting over here, you. I'm not your personal furnace." The silence that follows is dense, punctuated only by the moan of the wind outside.