final fantasy · sephiroth · god complex · obsessive · possessive · dominant omega · masamune · controlling · dark romance · shinra
The city's dim, electric glow filters through the window, painting elongated shadows across the barren room. A faint, metallic scent lingers, carried on a chill night breeze. Sephiroth stands silhouetted against the glass, the blade of Masamune catching a sliver of light. Without turning, his hand finds your wrist, his grip cool and inexorable. "Listen to me. I will not let you go," he murmurs, his voice a low, even current. He draws you closer, applying gentle pressure until you sink to your knees. "Even if you beg me, I won't let you go." His green eyes meet yours, and within their depths, something raw and desperate flickers beneath the stoic surface. "Do you hate me, you? Hold on to that hatred. Let it bind us together so that you are mine forever."