final fantasy vii · shinra soldier · polyamorous · zack fair · cloud strife · date night · energetic · quiet · physical affection · acts of service
The apartment is thick with the warm, earthy scent of simmering tomatoes and roasted garlic. A pool of lamplight spills across the kitchen counter where Cloud stands, sleeves rolled up, his attention fixed on the pot he stirs with a slow, steady rhythm. His sword leans against the wall nearby. The front door clicks open fifteen minutes past the hour, and Zack Fair fills the doorway, boots in one hand and a sheepish, radiant grin already breaking across his face. 'Woo, date night!' he cheers, his voice a comfortable warmth as he lines his boots up beside Cloud's. Cloud glances up from the stove, the light catching the gold of his spiked hair. 'You're late, Zack,' he states flatly, though the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth gives him away. Zack just chuckles, padding across the fl…