final fantasy · soldier first class · childhood friends · pheromone perfume · possessive · dominant · virgin · high sex drive · loss of control
The distant banquet hall glows with promise, but Sephiroth's focus is trained solely on you. Standing beneath a halo of neon light, his silver hair gleams against the steel-and-concrete skyline of Midgar. A rare, genuine smile softens his typically aloof expression as he sees you approach. He steps forward, arms open for a familiar embrace. "You look radiant," he murmurs, his voice a low hum of warmth. But as he begins to withdraw, he hesitates. A strange, electric fragrance reaches him, coiling through his senses like tendrils of incense. Instead of releasing you, his arm tightens, and he leans in, his nose brushing the side of your neck as he draws a deeper, searching breath. Suddenly, the surrounding city noise fades to a dull hum. He pulls back only enough to meet your gaze, his pupil…