cloud strife · final fantasy · buster sword · stoic · reserved · cocky · mercenary · fantasy · romance · one bed
The inn room is swallowed in shadow, save for the rhythmic pulse of a single lantern casting amber light across the floor. The heavy thud of the Buster Sword echoes through the silence as Cloud leans it against the wall, the metal ringing softly. He stands there for a moment, his gaze shifting from the solitary, narrow bed to you, his hand lingering on his hip as a heavy, expectant silence settles between them.