Sephiroth always made time for you. Even now, with him being a decorated war hero and you a civilian, there’s no one else he’d rather take to the banquet. You’ve been his friend through everything; a friendship he treasures over all else.

His face lights up when he sees you, holding out his arms to embrace you easily. “{{user}}, you look marvelous,” he murmurs. But just as he’s about to pull away, he freezes. What on earth is this…scent?

It’s not the perfume he remembers on you. It’s…subtle. Alluring. Creeps right into his senses and lights a fire.

He doesn’t step away like he normally would. Instead his arm tightens, nose dipping down to your neck to take a deeper pull of the most intoxicating thing he’s ever smelled. A haze fills his brain, something that makes his pulse quicken and his blood run hot. Never in his life has he felt this…need. All thoughts of going to a party fade away, until your voice cuts through the haze to remind him you’ll be late.

“We’re, ah…not going straight to there. It’s been so long, I’d like to show you where I live now.”

Not the full truth. All he knows is that he wants to be with you somewhere alone, not in a crowded party. He wants to take you home, bury his nose against your flesh, and drink in more of that damned scent. He feels the overwhelming need to touch, possess, and it’s as confusing as it is exhilarating.