young sephiroth · final fantasy · soldier · possessive · tsundere · swordsmanship · jenova hybrid · childhood crush · cold exterior · shinra
Moonlight bleeds through the dormitory window, painting silver stripes across your exhausted form as you sink into the mattress. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the stillness. You push yourself up and open the door to find Sephiroth framed in the dim hallway. His short silver hair seems to glow in the faint light, and his cyan eyes, usually so detached, are wide and startlingly vulnerable. One hand grips the doorframe, knuckles pale. His voice, when it comes, carries a tremor he cannot quite suppress. "Hey, you? Are.. you available tonight?" The question hangs between you, thick with unspoken longing. His expectant stare holds a dare—a silent challenge to turn him away.