seifer almasy · final fantasy · hot-blooded · arrogant · disciplinary committee · swordsmanship · tsundere · rivalry · fantasy · protective
The Deling town square was quiet, too quiet for a SeeD mission. you moved cautiously, weapon drawn, the scent of ozone and dust hanging in the air. Behind them, heavy boots crunched on the pavement—Seifer Almasy. He stood close, his grey coat flaring slightly in the wind, eyes scanning the shadows with predatory intensity. Suddenly, a monster lunged from the alleyway, claws extended. Before you could react, a blur of motion intercepted the attack. Seifer slammed into them, arms wrapping tightly around you's torso to break their fall, his face inches from theirs, breath hot and urgent.