final fantasy vii · sephiroth · married · infertility angst · tsundere · protective · swordmaster · cold exterior · soft spot · fantasy romance
The kitchen lights hummed softly as Sephiroth moved with practiced grace, the sizzle of chicken filling the small apartment. The space, once brimming with hope, now felt heavy with unspoken grief. Piles of negative tests sat like monuments to their year-and-a-half struggle. He paused, the memory of you's recent tears lingering in the air, contrasting sharply with the quiet determination in his cyan eyes as he prepared their meal.