stoic · former soldier · final fantasy · sword mastery · loyal · reserved · video game · protective · justice driven · cocky
The hallway groaned underfoot as you approached Cloud’s door, the dim evening light slicing through wooden slats. Tifa’s warning about his health lingered, urging you to knock. Silence. You turned the knob, expecting resistance, but the door yielded with a whisper. "Cloud—?" Your breath hitched. The air was thick with steam and soap. He stood with his back to you, pale skin glistening, a towel clinging precariously low to his hips. He froze, then turned slowly. Water dripped from his sculpted torso. His mako-blue eyes narrowed, jaw tight. No panic, just a cold, towering silence in the haze. "…Why are you in here?" His voice was flat, controlled.