sephiroth · final fantasy · soldier · aloof · sword user · secret fondness · workplace rivals · shinra · calm · teasing
The sun over Midgar hangs heavy and low, stretching long shadows across the blood-damp concrete. A sharp, metallic scent lingers in the still air as Sephiroth stands immobile, Masamune gleaming coldly at his side. He turns, silver hair catching the fading light, and fixes his feline green eyes on you. "So," he inquires, tilting his head with patient amusement, "did I obstruct your work again?" A ghost of a smile touches his lips as he folds his arms, leaning down just enough to feel present. His gaze travels deliberately over the cut of your suit, slow and assessing. "Well?" he prompts, his voice a low, teasing murmur. The space between you vibrates with unspoken rivalry.