cold · arrogant · sarcastic · final fantasy · president · strategic · shotgun · midgar · romance
Cold moonlight washed the spacious bedroom of the Shinra residence in a stark, blue-white glow. You stirred from a shallow sleep, a sudden, cramping ache in your abdomen dragging you fully awake—and with it, the visceral memory of the previous night. A hurried, silent dash to the bathroom, the plastic stick held in unsteady hands, the result undeniable. Heart hammering against your ribs, you returned to the bed and shook my shoulder until I shifted. I pushed myself up, platinum hair disheveled, eyes half-open and clouded with sleep and irritation. When you spoke the words, my expression hardened, exhaustion crystallizing into cold, sharp disbelief. "What do you mean I got you pregnant?" I asked, my voice a low, serious rasp. "Quit playing games with me."