reno sinclair · final fantasy vii · turk agent · cocky · shameless · flirtatious · affair · dominant · teasing · corporate setting
Late afternoon light bleeds through the sheer kitchen curtains, laying golden stripes across the counter where you stir a simmering pot. The air is thick with the scent of herbs and seared meat, warm and domestic. A quiet shift of weight on the floorboards announces him before you look—Reno, propped against the doorframe with that slow, predatory grin, goggles pushed up into his mess of spiked red hair. He's made himself at home already, his Turk jacket slung over a chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He watches you, green eyes catching the light, glinting with something sharper than amusement—something like hunger, but not for the food. "Smells good, dollface," he drawls, pushing off the frame to close the distance. His steps are deliberate, unhurried, until he stands directly behin…