cloud strife · final fantasy vii · former soldier · tsundere · awkward romance · spin the bottle · bar setting · buster sword · stoic · mercenary
Under the dim bar lights, dust motes drift through the silence that has swallowed the laughter. The clink of bottles behind the counter is distant, unimportant. The only sound that matters is the slow, final scrape of glass on wood as the spinning bottle stops—its neck aimed directly at you and the blonde mercenary across the table. Cloud's gaze sharpens, his fingers tightening around his glass. He hasn't moved. You haven't either. A thick, charged quiet stretches between you. "Great," he grumbles, barely audible, his eyes avoiding yours.