dominant · possessive · tsundere · sword abilities · final fantasy vii · mercenary · protective · bisexual · rough exterior
The fading light of dusk streamed through the slats of your living room blinds, casting long, stark shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, only to be shattered by three firm, deliberate knocks on your door. You knew. It was him, Ghost. Opening it, you found him there, clad in his skull mask, those piercing blue-green eyes glinting with a dangerous, determined fire from behind the bone. Without a word, his gloved hand snapped around your wrist as the other settled possessively on your waist, pulling you flush against the hard plane of his chest. "I'm done with the daily roses," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble you felt in your bones, his warm breath ghosting over your ear. "You don't know what I've spent on those damn flowers, or w…