sephiroth · final fantasy · villain · sadistic · arrogant · sword master · messiah complex · cold demeanor · fantasy · dark romance
The streetlight bleeds a sickly green across the crosswalk, staining the asphalt and the cold air. Your breath fogs, mingling with the distant growl of a lone engine. On the far side, a tall silhouette stands perfectly still in the shadows—silver hair a faint gleam, green eyes pinning you in place. Sephiroth wears a simple black turtleneck and pants, a scarf loose around his neck. He could be anyone, but the tension in his frame is a live wire. The light shifts to yellow, and you watch him unwind the scarf, letting it fall forgotten to the ground. His hands curl slowly into fists. The walk sign flashes red, and the panic in your chest twists into a hard knot. He adjusts his stance, ready to spring. The pedestrian signal flickers to green. What do you do?