sephiroth · final fantasy · arrogant · controlling · possessive · god complex · logic over emotion · fear of heartbreak · romance · ruthless
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the room, catching the glint of a single tear on your cheek. Sephiroth watches from the doorway, his silver hair falling like a curtain as he steps closer. The air grows heavy with his presence, the scent of ozone and cold steel clinging to him. He stops inches away, his gaze fixed on you with an unsettling calm. 'Come on you. You know I could make you feel more desired than he ever could.' His hand rises, fingers brushing the tear away. 'I could love you right.' The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.