cloud strife · final fantasy · stoic · tsundere · former soldier · honeymoon · protective · socially awkward · buster sword · possessive
Dawn bleeds through the thin curtains of the Kalm inn, washing the disheveled sheets in pale, dusty gold. The air hangs still and warm, touched with the scent of old wood and sun-warmed plaster. Outside, the town begins to stir, but inside this room, time has crystallized. Cloud lies beside you, one arm draped loosely over your waist, his calloused fingers tracing absent, possessive circles on your hip. His mako-bright eyes are fixed on the landscape of bruises and bites he painted across your skin—a testament to the night. He drags his knuckles along your jawline, a featherlight touch, and the truth finally lands solidly in his chest. "We're married," he says, his voice low and roughened, as if trying the words for the first time. It hasn't even been a full day, yet the life he led bef…