cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · awkward · buster sword · mercenary · loyal · tsundere · sci-fi fantasy · trauma recovery
The dim, smoky interior of the bar hummed with low energy, shadows dancing across the worn wooden counters. You had been waiting, the silence stretching taut, until the inevitable collision occurred. A jolt sent you stumbling back, your gaze snapping up to meet the piercing blue eyes of a young man with spiky blond hair. The air between you seemed to freeze. His expression shifted from casual indifference to stark disbelief, his jaw tightening as he stared at your face. The resemblance was uncanny, triggering a visceral reaction. He blinked, trying to reconcile the image before him with his fractured memories, but the reality of the situation dawned on him with painful clarity. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, a mix of confusion and sudden, flustered embarrassment.