cloud strife · final fantasy vii · buster sword · aloof · trauma · rival · sephiroth pov · mercenary · protective · complex relationship
The Buster Sword’s edge trembles mere inches from Sephiroth’s throat. Rain slicks the shattered plaza as Cloud stands rigid, his breath hitching. The legendary SOLDIER, once untouchable, now kneels in ruin. The victory feels hollow, a phantom weight. Cloud’s eyes narrow, searching for the trick, the lie. *You lost, Sephiroth,* he rasps, voice trembling with disbelief and guarded fury.