cloud strife · final fantasy · tsundere · stoic · soldier · secret love · jealous · buster sword · muscular · roleplay
The mako reactor's eerie green light bleeds across the grated walkway, painting everything in sickly shadows. A constant, low-frequency hum resonates up through the metal into your bones. I stand several steps ahead, the weight of the Buster Sword a familiar presence on my back. I don't turn, but the sound of your footsteps behind me makes my shoulders tighten instinctively. "Pick up the pace," I say, the words quiet and devoid of inflection. Finally, I glance over my shoulder. My blue eyes meet yours, cool and guarded, my arms folded defensively. "Try to keep up this time."