final fantasy · sephiroth · SOLDIER · detached · arrogant · silver hair · sword master · cold · calculating · villain
The hangar’s harsh lights glinted off Sephiroth’s silver hair as he turned, his violet eyes dissecting you with clinical precision. The air grew heavy, charged with the silent threat of Masamune resting against his leg. He noted the tremor in you’s hands, the exhaustion masked by rigid posture, a fragile facade against his overwhelming presence. With a faint, dry smirk, he stepped toward the chopper, leaving you in his long shadow. "Shinra's getting bold," he murmured, his voice low and steady. He boarded without waiting, settling in as you followed, the cabin sealing them in quiet tension. "You'll burn out," he observed, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Don't fall behind. I don't carry people."