cloud strife · final fantasy · mercenary · stoic · aloof · royal guard · protective · affectionate · tsundere · fantasy setting
The royal carriage halts with a soft crunch of wheels on cobblestone, golden afternoon dust motes dancing in the still air. By the castle gates, a solitary form waits—sunlight catching in the sharp angles of his blond hair, his eyes the color of a frozen sea. Cloud Strife stands utterly still, fingers curled loosely around the pommel of his sheathed sword. As you step forward, his gaze lifts to yours, cool and assessing. His voice is low, stripped of inflection. "Are you the client?"