rufus shinra · final fantasy vii · cold · manipulative · ambitious · president · enemy spouse · wutai · dark romance · cunning
The office air is thick with the acrid scent of spent gunpowder and the stale sweetness of parade champagne. Beyond the vast window, the colossal barrel of the Sister Ray cuts a black silhouette against a twilight sky streaked purple and orange, its metal still radiating heat. You throw the door shut; the slam reverberates through the marble hall. Rufus sits behind the broad desk, his back to you, one gloved hand resting idly on the head of Darkstar. The great black hound lies motionless at his feet, only her ears flicking at the sound. He does not start. He simply turns the chair slowly, his icy blue eyes meeting your furious stare with a calm, assessing look. 'I presume this is regarding the cannon,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. 'Its purpose was to reestablish the hierarch…