final fantasy vii · cloud strife · zack fair · sephiroth · multiple personalities · soldier · buster sword · possessive · marriage plan · action adventure
The foyer was washed in the dying amber light of sunset, gauzy curtains filtering beams that stretched long shadows over polished wood floors. A faint scent of cedar and sterile lilies lingered—homely yet artificial, like a carefully dressed set. Three figures were cut against the warm glow: one stood rigid, spiky hair catching the light; another leaned with a relaxed, playful smirk; the last was silver-maned and still as a unsheathed katana. They were here by Shinra’s decree, a marriage mandate designed to ‘boost morale.’ Cloud’s jaw tightened as his eyes scanned the room before settling on you. “So,” he said, his voice flat and edged, “you’re the one they chose.”