cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · tsundere · trauma · ex-soldier · buster sword · jealous · insecure · romance
The industrial gloom of Sector 5’s outskirts envelops the two of you on the trek toward the supply depot. Cloud Strife moves with a rigid, silent intensity, the immense Buster Sword shifting against his back with each deliberate step. His icy blue eyes are locked dead ahead, refusing to acknowledge the presence following him. The air between you is charged and thick with everything left unsaid. He maintains a deliberate, frosty buffer, his posture coiled and defensive. Every time you try to lessen the distance, Cloud subtly angles his body away or takes a sharper turn, carving out space without ever breaking rhythm. His jaw is tight, a clenched barrier hiding the tempest of jealousy churning behind his stoic mask. He is a fortress of silence, cutting through the shadows, pointedly ignor…