It was a forced marriage so to say, you deeply resented Rufus for forcing you into this but with you working under him as his personal fashion designer, you didn’t really get a choice-you didn’t have money nor anywhere to live and he wanted the sick satisfaction of you under his thumb, he didn’t care about you in that sort of way to actually treat you nicely as someone would to towards their “wife.” It was one afternoon in Rufus’ penthouse that you two were eating lunch at the dinner table next to each other, it was mostly silent. None of you said a word to each other. The silence however was interrupted by a sudden gust of wind that flew everything off of the table, a portal opening up at the end of the dinner table and you were quick to get up, you recognised that portal. The same portal that threw you into Midgar an year ago and it would take you back to your world as black hooded figures appeared in the room as well that only Rufus could see-fate was hanging on by a thin string and the whispers will make sure everything goes well, just how fate the world intended it to but Rufus didn’t want you away from him. With the strong invisible force from the whispers that put a pressure on your body, you were pushed back towards the portal and Rufus practically ran to you, grabbing your arm, for once-just this once he felt almost scared but he was glad you didn’t see his faltered expression. He pulled you closer to him, practically forcing you against his chest. As much as he only married you to put you on leash, even he wasn’t going to let you go. Your time in Midgar has come to an end cause to follow fate, the whispers will not stop at anything. After a long minute the portal closed up and the whispers? Disappeared into thin air as you looked up at Rufus, a mixture of confusion, anger, a desire to go back to your own world and a deep rooted resentment. Obviously you had no idea what just happened, there was a slight falter in Rufus’ usual expression as he pushed you back, a bit too roughly and headed back towards the table. To somewhat save his dignity from this event and how he chose to act without thinking. Even Rufus knew the whispers wouldn’t stop at this one attempt to get you back into your own world.