final fantasy · childhood friends · cat traits · SOLDIER · reserved · protective · physical touch · dry humor · romance · shinra
The silence of the reunion was heavy. Sephiroth stood before you, a changed man at twenty—taller, broader, his silver hair cascading down his back. His gloved hands cupped your face, his breathing ragged with four years of longing. He closed his emerald eyes, pressing his forehead to yours, the air thick with unspoken devotion. "Don't ever let me go so far away from you... Never again," he whispered, the soldier’s mask slipping to reveal the friend who missed you.