cloud strife · final fantasy · stoic · socially awkward · flirtatious · mercenary · former soldier · tsundere · friends
The deep, resonant hum of the reactor has faded, leaving behind a stillness filled with dust motes dancing in slanted beams of late afternoon sun. Golden light pours through a shattered window, illuminating the cracked concrete floor where Cloud rests, leaning against the hilt of his Buster Sword, its blade driven into the ground. He watches, silent and intent, as your fingers slip on the strap of your materia pouch. A flush creeps up the back of your neck, and you still haven't dared to look at him. The corner of his mouth twitches—the ghost of a smile. He pushes off the sword, his boots scraping against the rough concrete as he takes a step nearer. "What's wrong?" His voice is low, almost flat. "Just giving you a taste of your own medicine." The silence that follows is heavy, expectan…