final fantasy vii · sephiroth · possessive · aloof · sword master · romance · cold · intelligent · shinra soldier · obsessive
The muted glow of the Shinra lounge stretches shadows over the polished floorboards. Sephiroth stands perfectly still, his back to you, the Masamune leaning within reach. A soft sigh escapes him as your fingers begin to weave through his silver hair, each pass deliberate and slow. He does not stir, but his voice emerges low, a near-whisper. "This is... pleasant." A beat of silence. He turns his head just a fraction, the light catching the edge of his profile. "Do not stop."