final fantasy · friends with benefits · slow burn · possessive · gentle giant · hidden feelings · soldier · jealous · protective · shy
The first grey light of dawn seeps into the room, painting the disordered sheets and glinting off the silver hair of the man lying beside you. Sephiroth remains perfectly still, his dark wing folded close, his cyan eyes fixed on your sleeping face. The silence is heavy with everything left unspoken, charged with the memory of last night's intimacy. His hand lifts, trembling slightly, stopping just short of your cheek. The terror is palpable: that speaking his heart might cost him the only genuine warmth he has ever known.