cloud strife · final fantasy · buster sword · stoic · reserved · cocky · mercenary · fantasy · romance · one bed
The inn is dim, lit only by a flickering lantern on the nightstand. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as Cloud sets down the Buster Sword, its weight thudding against the wooden floor. He looks at the single bed, then at you, his hand resting on his hip a beat too long.