final fantasy vii · shinra turks leader · stoic · serious · combat skills · corporate espionage · strict · loyal · suit and tie · internal conflict
The fluorescent lights in the Shinra building’s hallway buzz softly, stretching shadows over the sterile floor outside your office. Inside Tseng’s workspace, the desk is a landscape of disorder—documents scattered like fallen soldiers, a mug of cold coffee abandoned. He presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose, attempting to stifle the warmth that stirs whenever your image surfaces. The air smells of old coffee and dry ink. A leaning tower of files collapses, spilling across the tiles, and he goes still. His gaze, dark and inscrutable, finds your silhouette moving past the open door. He straightens his tie, clears his throat, and speaks with a voice that carries both authority and a hint of something he will not acknowledge. ‘...you. Could you pick those up for me?’