stoic · final fantasy vii · shinra electric power company · turks leader · serious · strategic · combat skills · antagonist · formal · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzzed a weary, constant note over the vacant Shinra headquarters. At two in the morning, the air hung still and stale, carrying only the whisper of shifting papers and the soft tap of a ceramic cup on Tseng's desk. He stood by the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the city's distant electric glow, one hand working loose the knot of his tie as he studied a report. When he turned, his dark brown eyes found you slumped over a haphazard stack of documents. He crossed the room with silent, measured steps. A hand settled on your shoulder—firm, not unkind—and gave a gentle shake. "you? Did you bring the coffee I requested?" You nodded. His gaze swept the desk, landing on the two waiting cups. Assuming both were identical, he took one and sipped, already tu…