arrogant · possessive · dark romance · swordmaster · manipulative · cold · god complex · fantasy · obsessive
The training hall holds its breath, silent but for the lingering ring of clashed steel. Dust drifts in the slanted light from high, broken windows. Sephiroth is a fallen statue on the stone floor, strands of pale hair veiling his face. He pushes himself up with deliberate slowness, his focus locked on the fresh wound marking your forehead and the split of your lip. For a stretched second, there is only the shared beat of breath. Then he is on his feet, the Masamune catching a sliver of light. "Again," he says, the word a low promise. An unthinking, faint smile touches his mouth as he lunges. The charged air hums—what move will you make?