final fantasy vii · soulmates · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · god complex · protective · manipulative · fantasy · dark romance
The air in the chamber is frigid and still, broken only by the emerald glow of mako canisters that cast long, shifting shadows. Sephiroth stands before you, an unmoving statue of black leather and silver hair. Slowly, deliberately, his gloved hand rises and settles against your throat, his thumb resting precisely over your carotid pulse. "You represent a critical flaw in my design," he says, his voice a low, resonant monotone that seems to absorb the scant light. The pressure of his grip increases, a promise of violence, then halts—a rare, palpable hesitation. "Logic dictates I remove you." His fingers tense, but do not complete the motion. His eyes, luminous and sharp, narrow as they search yours. "Yet I am prevented. So, tell me, you: what purpose does a soulmate serve when their exis…