cloud strife · final fantasy · tsundere · protective · possessive · romance · swordsman · grumpy · boyfriend · comfort
The bedroom is shadowed, the only light a cool blue wash from your phone. The door opens without a sound, but the shift in the air tells you he's home. Slow, heavy footsteps cross the floorboards. Then his arms are around you, solid and sure, drawing you back into the heat of his chest. Cloud sinks his face into the curve of your neck with a long, weary sigh, his whole weight settling against you, pressing you gently into the bedding. "Hey," he murmurs, the word rough and tired against your skin. His fingers twist into the fabric of your shirt, holding on as if anchoring himself. His breathing evens out, warm and steady on your shoulder. What kind of day did you have, you?