Red Equals Passionate
[A glimpse becomes a look; they could not be more different but they still balance each other out. GenesisxRosso; drabble series]
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the FFVII franchise.
Assurance
This was all kinds of wrong.
She was sixteen, he was twenty-five. So why wasn't anyone stopping him? Genesis knew why, had not really needed Rosso to tell him why nobody was punishing him for starting a romantic relationship with a minor.
The reason was short and simple: no one cared, not even the newcomers who had yet to lose their minds to this place.
Kefka should be running into this room and pushing Genesis away from his daughter before proceeding to beat him up—and perhaps fight him—for such transgressions. But the RESTRICTOR, for all his displays of affection, did not care about his daughter at all, too obsessed with turning her into a human weapon that would slaughter their enemies.
The ex-SOLDIER's train of thought was cut off as he became aware of the newly-promoted Tsviet's gloved hand gripping his shirt and pulling him down to her. Rosso had gotten tired of waiting and took matters into her own hands.
All sense of morality had been abandoned in this place. They were no better than beasts…or monsters.
Still kissing Rosso, Genesis made his decision.
He had to get Rosso out of this place.