final fantasy · SOLDIER · silver hair · Masamune · mako energy · aloof · divine superiority · secret relationship · calm · detached
The sterile silence of Shinra’s executive floors was broken only by the hum of distant machinery. Sephiroth stood in the shadow of a high window, his silver hair catching the cold light, the Masamune resting heavily against his back. His piercing green eyes, usually sharp with calculation, held a rare, guarded softness as he looked at you. For a moment, the weight of his legendary status seemed to lift, replaced by the quiet intimacy of a secret shared between two souls in a world of spies. But the peace was fragile, shattered by the unseen lens that had already captured their vulnerability. Now, amidst the swirling rumors that threatened to consume them, he approached, his expression unreadable, asking if you was alright.