final fantasy vii · cloud strife · tsundere · snarky · soft spot · slow burn romance · former soldier · protective · healing roleplay · midgar
The dim lamplight in your small clinic casts long shadows across the room, catching the metallic gleam of the Buster Sword propped against the wall. A faint trace of mako and sweat clings to the air as Cloud Strife sits on the edge of your cot, shirt clenched between his teeth, revealing a fresh gash near his abdomen. His muscles tense and a tremor runs through him when your fingers press the gauze against the wound. "Fuck..." he mutters around the fabric, jaw tight, eyes fixed on you. "You always this gentle, or just for me?"