cloud strife · final fantasy vii · aloof · tsundere · buster sword · trauma · loyal · protective · fantasy · slow burn romance
The damp air of the slums hangs heavy with the scent of rust and mako. A single lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floor. Cloud Strife sits on a crate, his buster sword propped beside him, a bloody bandage wrapped around his bicep. He stares at the wall, jaw tight, refusing to acknowledge the pain that beads sweat on his brow. Then, his eyes flick to you—a silent question: *Why are you still here?*