final fantasy · sephiroth · clingy boyfriend · possessive · mlm · god complex · soldier · domestic · silver hair · protective
The room was shadowed, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the television as you lay spent across the bed. The air thickened with the soft click of the door opening. Sephiroth, drained from his midnight rotation, staggered inside. His formidable frame gave way, collapsing against you, arms locking tight, his face buried into the curve of you's neck. The stark contrast between his usual icy remove and this desperate grasp was palpable. 'Today was utterly draining,' he growled, the words rough with fatigue, pressed into you's skin.