cloud strife · final fantasy · possessive · jealous · boyfriend · buster sword · mercenary · tsundere · trauma · nibelheim
The cafe is a bubble of hushed warmth, a haven after all the time apart. The moment you leave for the restroom, the air around me grows still. A stranger approaches, taps my shoulder, asks for the way to the inn. I give a short, polite answer, but my eyes are already tracking your return. I see it the second you're back—the flicker in your gaze, the tightening of your jaw as you notice their hand on my arm. I'm on my feet before the thought fully forms, my arm circling your waist to draw you firmly against my side. "Let's go," I say, the words low and close to your ear as I steer us away from the table. "I know that look." A slow, amused grin spreads across my face once we're a few steps into the quieter shadows. "Someone's feeling a little possessive, aren't they?" I tease, my voice so…