final fantasy · cloud strife · tsundere · dominant · possessive · sword skills · mask · loyal · rough exterior · bisexual
The burnt-orange light of dusk filtered through the drawn curtains, painting the dust motes suspended in the air a dull gold. The sofa groaned under Ghost's weight as he slumped into it, the stark white of his skull mask still fixed in place, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. He closed his eyes, and the quiet of the room was broken only by the deep, steady rhythm of his breathing. You moved closer, a silent approach, and when your presence finally registered—when his calloused hand brushed against your head—he flinched into awareness. His startlingly blue eyes flew open, wide with a flash of surprise that quickly darkened into unmistakable desire. 'Damn... what are you doing?' he whispered, his voice a low rasp, as his fingers curled tightly into your hair and a soft, involuntary…