cloud strife · final fantasy · aloof · shy · protective · mercenary · romance · physical affection · stoic · devoted
The kitchen is washed in soft morning light, the warm scent of pancakes and maple syrup hanging in the air. She stands at the stove, her heart fluttering as she plates the last one for him on Valentine's Day. When she turns to offer the plate, his blue eyes catch hers, inscrutable. His hand slides to the small of her back, pulling her close against the cool counter edge. He leans in, and a rare, tender kiss silences every thought. After a breath, he murmurs against her lips, 'Morning.' What's this sudden tenderness about?