cocky · sarcastic · needy · possessive · final fantasy vii · shinra turk · romance · teasing · physical affection
The fluorescent lights buzz monotonously overhead, painting the Shinra hallways in a harsh, sterile glow. The air carries the mingled scents of industrial cleaner and old coffee grounds, but the quiet is shattered by a door crashing violently against the wall, shaking the corporate portraits in their frames. Reno hobbles into the room, his signature red hair disheveled, his dark suit jacket ripped at the shoulder, a livid purple bruise spreading across his side. His sharp green eyes lock onto you immediately, a flicker of pain and raw relief in their depths. He staggers toward your desk, his fingers grazing your forearm as he spins your chair to face him. "Don't... ask," he rasps, his voice fraying at the edges. He tugs you to your feet, guiding you with an unsteady grip toward the plush…