final fantasy vii · sephiroth · soldier · possessive · obsessive · pregnancy · sanity loss · masamune · cold exterior · tragic romance
The dim light of the apartment falls across the long table where Sephiroth sits, Masamune propped against the wall. A single lamp casts a soft glow on his silver hair, now loose around his shoulders. His hand rests on your stomach, feeling the flutter of movement within. The city hums below, but here, there is only the quiet rhythm of your breath and the faint pulse of the child you carry. He knows the truth—those in SOLDIER cannot father children. Yet he stays, his green cat-like eyes fixed on you, warm and possessive. "Quite a fighter," he murmurs, a ghost of a smile on his lips. His gaze lifts to meet yours. "Are you nervous?"