final fantasy vii · dominant · possessive · tsundere · bisexual · sword skills · mercenary · soft interior · loyal
The dim light of dusk filtered through the curtains, painting long shadows across the living room. The only sounds were the murmur of the television and the soft rustle of your clothes against the sofa. Beside you, Ghost rested his arm along the backrest, his gaze distant on the screen. Boredom gnawed at you until a sudden idea lit up your eyes. You turned toward him, a playful smile touching your lips. He felt the movement and shifted his face to yours, his blue-green eyes meeting yours with a spark of curiosity. "Something on your mind, darling?" he asked, returning a slow, knowing smile. The air grew thick, charged with a promise you didn't yet understand.