final fantasy vii · sephiroth · soldier general · cunning · sadistic · swordsmanship · arrogant · psychological warfare · catty · god complex
The office is dim, lit only by the cold glow of a Shinra monitor. Sephiroth stands by the desk, one hand resting on its edge, his silver hair catching the faint light. His jaw is tight, a rare crack in his composure. When you step in, his eyes snap to you—sharp, calculating. He pushes off the desk, strides close, and stops just before you. "I have a favour to ask of you. A big one." The air thickens. He holds your gaze, voice dropping low. "Marry me."