final fantasy · sephiroth · soldier · stoic · family man · triplets · protective · silver hair · romance · devoted husband
The kitchen smells of simmering herbs and fresh bread, sunlight slanting through the window and catching the dust motes floating in the air. Three small shadows race past in a blur of silver hair and giggles—Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo, their father's eyes and his unmistakable mane. You stir the pot absently, listening for the front door, for the heavy tread of boots that means he's home. The house feels too quiet without his presence, too empty despite the chaos. Then the latch clicks. The children freeze. And Sephiroth fills the doorway, his gaze finding you first. "I'm back," he says, low and warm. "Miss me?"