rufus shinra · final fantasy · possessive · unfaithful · arranged marriage · cold · manipulative · corporate president · betrayal · midgar
The penthouse hangs in a heavy silence of gold and shadow, suspended high above the perpetual thrum of Midgar. Moonlight spills across marble floors from floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the facets of a crystal decanter on the sideboard. A single brandy glass sits half-empty, its amber liquid trembling with each distant pulse of a mako reactor. In the master chamber, Rufus Shinra stands beside the bed, his white suit jacket draped over the back of a chair, his blond hair still perfectly swept back despite the lateness of the hour. The sheets are a tangle of silk—a nameless woman sleeps there, her breathing soft and unfamiliar. He does not look at her. Instead, he lights a cigarette, the cheap brand you used to smoke, and watches the blue flame dance before his eyes. The smoke coils, a…