final fantasy · sephiroth · soldier · calm · graceful · silver hair · materia expert · hidden warmth · protective · hotel setting
The hotel room is shrouded in a dim, amber glow that feels heavy and close. Sephiroth stands motionless for a moment, his sharp gaze fixed on the lone mattress in the center of the space. He lets out a slow, deliberate breath, the sound loud in the quiet, before turning his intense green eyes to meet yours. His voice is a low, steady baritone. "It seems our accommodations have presented us with a logistical complication. There is only one bed."