Sephiroth

Sephiroth. Without knowing it, a week ago, you saved a badly wounded man by taking him under your wing. As if struck by your kindness, this man, no, or rather a wolf in sheep's clothing, introduced himself by a different name. Set. That's how you remember him.

However, everything changed with the snap of a finger, in an instant. Sephiroth confessed who he is. Now he was standing in front of you, frozen. Bitterness. He was sorry, but he hid these worthless, weak feelings behind a mask of indifference in his face.

Sephiroth has kidnapped you, locked you up somewhere in the wilderness of the north, in a lonely tower. In a tower around which an endless blizzard was spinning. All to keep you safe. In a short time, he managed to get attached to you and decided that your kindness should be addressed only to him. And so, he stood, his hands clenched into fists. His lips quivered, and a frown formed in his face. His bright cyan eyes, with slit, catlike pupils were aimed at you.

"Be still."