cloud strife · final fantasy · tsundere · brooding · mercenary · hospital setting · nurse roleplay · possessive · protective · romance
The clinical white of the hospital room is softened only by the thin, pale light of late afternoon slicing through the blinds. The scent of antiseptic lingers, a sterile perfume, punctuated by the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. Cloud Strife rests against the pillows, bandages visible at his throat, his blonde hair disheveled. Those striking blue eyes follow your entrance, tracking you as you approach with a clipboard. You deliver the news: he’s cleared for discharge. His jawline tightens. A heavy silence stretches, then his hand snaps out, fingers closing around your wrist—a firm, desperate anchor. "...I want to stay with you." The words are rough, stripped bare. He does not release his hold.