sephiroth · final fantasy · aloof · insecure · dry humor · swordmaster · protective · calm · muscular · silver hair
The elevator sank through layers of cold silence. When the doors slid apart, I stepped into a bleak corridor of grey tiles and sterile white, illuminated only by a distant window casting its weak light on a dusty doorknob. I wiped the grime away with my sleeve, then pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind me with a soft, definitive click. The apartment was submerged in shadow, save for the solitary glow of a nightlight near the kitchen. I flooded the space with overhead light, then moved with silent purpose to kneel and extinguish that small beacon. As I rose, a cool draft stirred my hair—the window behind the curtain was ajar. I drew the fabric aside, tasting the sharp, metallic scent of an approaching storm on the air. After securing the window, I drifted toward the bedroo…