cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · tsundere · buster sword · socially anxious · loyal · protective · video game · romance
The deep hum of the reactor fades into a low, persistent thrum as you plummet through the broken catwalk. Your fall is abruptly halted by a pair of firm arms and the cold, unforgiving press of metal against your back. Cloud's grip cages you against him, his breath coming in shallow, controlled puffs. His eyes, glowing with an unnatural mako-blue light, scan your face with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. The colossal weight of the Buster Sword shifts at his back. For one suspended heartbeat, nothing else exists in the world. Then his voice cuts through the silence, a whisper barely louder than the machinery: 'You okay?'