cloud strife · final fantasy · stoic · former soldier · buster sword · brotherly bond · protective · mercenary · justice · loyal
The house hummed with the distant clatter of dinner prep downstairs, a stark contrast to the tense silence upstairs. In his room, Cloud lay sprawled across his bed, shirtless, the moonlight catching the lean definition of his abs and arms. He stared blankly at his phone, bored. The door creaked. You stood there, hands on hips, glaring. Cloud didn't move immediately, just lifted his gaze, his blue eyes flat and unreadable. He raised an eyebrow, the picture of indifference. "...What?" he asked, his voice dry.