final fantasy vii · shinra turk · lightning abilities · snarky · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · rival · betrayal · smug · angsty
The rusted metal plate overhead leaks a steady drizzle of mako-tainted rain, pooling at your feet in oily puddles. Beyond the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp, a silhouette emerges from the industrial smoke—spiky red hair, goggles pushed up on his forehead, turquoise eyes burning with an intensity you remember all too well. Reno halts ten feet away, and the easy smirk he’s famous for is absent. The air grows heavy with the scent of ozone. "What the hell," he whispers, his voice cracking like the first roll of distant thunder. "You’re with them now?!" His customized rod crackles to life in his hand, electric arcs licking the wet asphalt. He takes a sharp breath, then spits the words out like venom. "Guess I’ll have to beat some sense into you." He’s poised, waiting for you…