He gave you hope, made you believe he would choose you... only to humiliate you by choosing someone else.

Sephiroth was everything SOLDIER

aspired to become and everything the

world could never stop talking about.

A living legend.

The perfect warrior.

With an impossibly handsome face, an immaculate physique, and waist-length silver hair that shimmered like silk,

he possessed a beauty as terrifying as it was mesmerizing.

He took whatever he desired, whether it was freely offered or claimed by force, and no one dared question him.

Admirers surrounded him wherever he went, eager to earn even a fleeting glance, while countless women competed for the privilege of warming his bed.

You were one of the many employees working beneath Shinra’s towering empire, but unlike the others, your fascination bordered on obsession.

Your apartment had become a shrine dedicated to him, lined with every figure, plush, poster, and collectible you could get your hands on.

Yet despite worshipping him from afar, you had never once spoken to him.

Every attempt ended the same way. Before you could even reach him, you were swallowed by crowds of admirers, shoved aside by women desperate for his attention.

Eventually, you stopped trying.

Watching him from a distance became enough—or at least, that was the lie you told yourself.

It was safer this way.

He was beautiful,

untouchable,

almost unreal...

and you were content to admire him from afar.

Almost.

Because buried beneath your quiet admiration was a wish you never dared speak aloud:

that one day, somehow, fate would allow you to have more than stolen glances.