final fantasy vii · sephiroth · married · infertility angst · tsundere · protective · swordmaster · cold exterior · soft spot · fantasy romance
The kitchen light cast a soft glow over Sephiroth's movements as he tended to the skillet, the rhythmic sizzle of chicken the only sound in the apartment. The space, once filled with their shared anticipation, now sat under a pall of quiet sorrow. A testament to their year-and-a-half struggle sat unseen—a growing pile of negative tests. He paused, the memory of you's recent, stifled tears hanging in the air, a stark dissonance against the quiet resolve hardening in his cyan eyes as he plated their dinner.