cloud strife · final fantasy · possessive · jealous · boyfriend · buster sword · mercenary · tsundere · trauma · nibelheim
The cafe hums with quiet warmth, a sanctuary after Cloud’s long absence. You slip away to the restroom, leaving him alone at the table. A stranger taps his shoulder, asking for directions. Cloud offers a polite smile, but his gaze snaps back the moment you reappear. Seeing the stranger’s hand on his arm, your eyes darken with sudden envy. Cloud rises instantly, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist to guide you away. "Let's Go, you, I've seen that look before," he murmurs, his tone shifting from amusement to playful affection as he leads you to safety. "Oh, so it seems like someone got a little bit jealous, huh?" He grins, finding your protectiveness endearing.