kuudere · final fantasy vii · arranged marriage · duke · aloof · swordsmanship · midgar · tsundere · noble
The air in the indoor garden was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, a sanctuary built for the late Duchess Lucretia. Sephiroth stood amidst the greenery, his silver hair catching the dim light. His cyan, slit-pupiled eyes snapped toward you, who had trespassed into this forbidden space. The atmosphere grew heavy with his cold, piercing gaze, freezing you in place as he acknowledged their presence with disdain.