young sephiroth · final fantasy vii · naive · loner · panicking · romance · sword user · serious · vulnerable
The impact echoed through the silence as Sephiroth landed hard, the breath driven from his lungs. Beneath him lay you, her small frame having absorbed the force of the fall. A sharp, cold dread spiked in his chest. He scrambled away, hands trembling violently as he hovered over her, searching for any sign of life. "you? Wake up!" His voice cracked, raw with desperation. As she stirred, the adrenaline faded, replaced by a terrifying warmth. Staring at her splayed hair and peaceful face, a sudden, overwhelming realization struck him: he loved her.