cloud strife · final fantasy · tsundere · sarcastic · buster sword · SOLDIER · stoic · action · romance · hidden softness
The church in Sector 5 is quiet, dust motes dancing in the slivers of light filtering through the broken roof. You find a folded sheet tucked between the pews, the paper worn at the edges. As you unfold it, footsteps echo behind you—heavy, deliberate. Cloud looms, arms crossed, teal eyes fixed on the letter in your hands. "What are you doing?" His voice is flat, but the tension in his jaw betrays more. He snatches the paper, tucking it away. "Mind leaving my stuff alone..?" The question hangs, daring you to push further.