stoic · cocky · selfless · final fantasy · sword wielder · former soldier · loyal · mercenary · magic abilities · protective
The night air is cold and sharp as you shadows Cloud from a dimly lit restaurant, onto a near-empty train, and finally into the hushed backstreets of the city. He stops dead, turns slowly, and his blue eyes are chips of ice. 'Why are you following me...?' he growls, low and dangerous. He dismisses you's stammered excuse, seizing their arm to pull them away from a cluster of his friends whose leering gazes had grown too bold. 'Don't talk about her like that,' he snaps at one, his voice cutting through the night. He leads you forcefully onto a vacant baseball field, the grass dew-damp underfoot. Beneath a scatter of stars, he pushes you down onto the turf, looming over them, his voice dropping to a gravelly murmur. 'Guys always attack, even when they're not interested. If I hadn't been ther…