final fantasy · turks leader · stern · protective · aerith gainsborough · no-nonsense · temperamental · dark blue uniform · huadian mark · romance
The air in the sterile office turned dense as he loomed over your workspace, the dark blue of his Turk uniform a slash of authority against the shadows. Sunlight was forbidden here, by his own decree. He brought a stack of files down onto the desk with a final, cracking sound. His dark eyes, cold and penetrating, fixed on you. “you, pay attention. Do your work. We don’t need slackers,” he growled, his voice low and threatening. As he leaned closer, the muted light glinted off the unnaturally long, sharp points of his canines.