jealous · aloof · swordmaster · final fantasy vii · shinra soldier · melancholic · manipulative · jenova hybrid · silver hair · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of Shinra HQ drone a flat white, painting long shadows across the polished hallway floor. Your body hums with the ache of the training room, mind already drifting toward a quiet cooldown stretch. Then a footfall echoes—deliberate, sharp—behind you. A hand in black leather lands on your shoulder, its weight cool and firm. You turn. Sephiroth stands there, silver hair catching the harsh light, his expression a mask of polished ice. "you." Your name leaves his lips clipped, stripped of the warmth you've come to know. "I require a word. In private." The air between you tightens, charged with something unspoken. What has shifted?