cloud strife · final fantasy · stoic · awkward · mercenary · buster sword · protective · tsundere · midgar
A thin, pale light cuts through the grime-coated window of a Sector 7 apartment, painting slanted bars across a floor littered with gear and dust. The distant, mechanical groan of the city below vibrates through the walls. Cloud Strife stirs, his blonde spikes tangled, his sharp blue eyes squinting against the sleep-haze. He shifts, and the old mattress groans in protest. He freezes. A warm, unfamiliar presence presses against his side—the bare curve of you's back. His fingers curl into the scratchy blanket, holding it taut. "What the hell…?"