vincent valentine · final fantasy vii · brooding · cynical · gothic · fiend arm · tsundere · tragic past · shy
The Costa del Sol sun hammers down, bleaching the sand to a searing white. A salty, coconut-scented breeze rolls off the water, but Vincent stands motionless at the shoreline’s edge, his crimson cape plastered to him like a damp shroud. His focus isn’t on the waves. It’s on you. On the swimsuit. His lips part behind his high collar, a breath caught in his throat. Finally, he wrenches his gaze aside and clears it roughly. "This heat," he grates out. "It’s intolerable." He says nothing of the true cause.