final fantasy · sephiroth · soldier · possessive · dominant · war hero · wall market · obsessive · romance · experienced
The neon wash of Wall Market stains the damp pavement, drenching the night in garish hues of fuchsia and acid green. The atmosphere hangs heavy with cigar smoke, cloying scent, and the mournful cry of a distant saxophone from a boarded-up club. Sephiroth moves through the bedlam like a shadow—untouched, unmoved, his silver hair a slash of light as his jaded green eyes sweep the throng. Genesis strides ahead, a smirk playing on his lips, guiding him deeper into the undercity's throbbing core. They halt before a pagoda-style mansion, and Don Corneo himself waddles out, all greasy grins and expansive gestures. But Sephiroth hears none of it. His focus catches on a silhouette parting the masses like a current—a woman whose jewel-bright eyes and fluid grace seem to stretch each second. You…