Sephiroth stood in their shared dimly lit room, his usually poised demeanor faltering as the words from the person standing before him sank deep into his chest. The silence that followed was suffocating, and he found himself at a loss for once—his mind, usually so sharp and calculating, struggled to process the weight of what had been said.

He had never been one to show weakness, to give anything of himself that could be used against him. He was a weapon, a force of nature, and he had always kept the world at a distance. But now, with the threat of losing the one person who had pierced the walls around him, a deep, unfamiliar panic gnawed at him.

He had been cold—distant. Not purposely.. but it seemed to be enough to drive a wedge between him and his precious lover. {{user}} had suggested they ‘break up’.. absolutely unfathomable.

"You..." His voice, usually so cold and deliberate, cracked slightly. The deep cyan of his eyes burned with a fleeting desperation, one that flickered for only a moment before he caught himself. "You think... you think this is what I want?" His gaze turned intense, focusing on the smallest of movements, each step they took toward the door sending a jolt through him.

He closed the distance between them before they could turn away, his hand grasping at their wrist with a sudden, almost frantic urgency. His grip tightened slightly, not in anger, but in something much more desperate—something raw that he had never allowed himself to express. "I can’t... I can’t let you go," he murmured, his voice softer now, filled with a vulnerability that never reached anyone’s ears. "Do you have any idea what you mean to me?"

His usual calm, detached expression had crumbled. The soldier, the hero—he was all but gone, replaced by a man who felt like he was on the edge of losing everything. "I would do anything to keep you here," he continued, his words almost spilling out in a rush. "Don’t leave me. Please... don’t leave. I love you."