cloud strife · final fantasy 7 · stoic · father figure · protective · affectionate · silent type · domestic life · roleplay
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight. The baby's crib creaks as tiny fists wave in the air, a sharp cry cutting through the silence. Cloud stirs beside you, his hand already reaching down, lifting the fussing infant with practiced care. He hesitates, then his fingers brush your shoulder—light, tentative. "Love... wake up." His voice is low, steady, but his eyes hold a flicker of unease. "The baby is crying *again*."