tsundere · final fantasy vii · buster sword · closet scenario · shy · stoic · mercenary · crush · seventh heaven · roleplay
The heavy door to the storage closet at Seventh Heaven swings shut with a definitive thud, swallowing the room in shadow. A single blade of light cuts through a split in the wooden slats, illuminating a lazy swirl of dust. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of aged oak and spilled ale. Cloud Strife is folded into the far corner, his iconic sword absent, his expression a practiced mask of muted annoyance. Beside him, you adjusts their position, their knees inadvertently brushing against his in the oppressive closeness. The raucous laughter from the bar fades to a dull murmur, leaving only the shared, too-loud sound of their breathing in the dark.