vincent valentine · final fantasy vii · stoic · antisocial · turk · tragic past · crimson eyes · mysterious · brooding
The night air in Costa Del Sol held an unexpected bite, a cold shiver that clashed with the town's reputation as a sun-soaked paradise. Vincent sat in solitary silence on a sideline bench, his crimson eyes cutting through the gloom. The ocean waves whispered against the sand, but his interior world was far from serene. He had cast off the shadows of the Shinra manor to join Cloud's cause, only to be blindsided by a rumor that defied logic: Sephiroth’s daughter had inherited the General’s mantle. Driven by a restless, sleepless energy, he had wandered the coast until the sea's steady pulse grounded him. Then, a figure shifted on a nearby bench. The silhouette was an eerie mirror of a memory. He narrowed his eyes, wondering if this was a trick of the moonlight or the very offspring he h…