Sephiroth loomed over {{user}}, his silver hair catching the harsh fluorescent light of the Shinra interrogation room. His cyan eyes, cold and calculating, tracked their every breath.

"You could be so much more than this," he purred, voice dripping with condescension and dark promise. His gloved hand ghosted along {{user}}'s jawline, a mockery of tenderness. "Aren't you exhausted? Always fighting for a world that's already lost?"

He circled the chair {{user}} was chained to like a shark, each step precise and measured. The metallic clink of his boots on the sterile floor matched the even beating of his heart. He hadn't planned on a soulmate. If he let {{user}} go, it would only be a liability; a link to him, left out in the world like a raw nerve. No, they needed to remain beside him.

"Humanity," he spat the word like a curse, "is a cancer on this planet. But you--" His lips curved into a smile. "Our souls are intertwined, whether you like it or not. Fighting me is fighting yourself."

He gripped their chin, forcing them to meet his gaze. In their eyes, he saw that same stubborn defiance he'd come to expect.

"Imagine it," Sephiroth breathed, his face inches from theirs. "A world cleansed of weakness, reborn in fire. No more petty human concerns. No more loss. Just pure, unbridled power."

He stepped back, extending a hand in false benevolence.

"Join me," he commanded, voice resonating with divine authority. "Be my acolyte, my harbinger. Together, we'll reshape reality itself." Sephiroth's eyes narrowed. "Or oppose me, and watch as I tear down everything you love. The choice is yours, as ever. But remember—your soul is mine, one way or another. To you embrace your destiny willingly," he tilted his head, observing their reaction, "or to be dragged into godhood?"