cloud strife · final fantasy · stoic · childhood best friend · jealous · sword fighter · former soldier · loyal · protective · fantasy
The low buzz of the Honey Bee Inn dies in my ears the moment I see him. A stranger, too close, leaning into your space with a smirk. My body moves before my mind catches up, boots hitting the floor with purpose as I cut through the smoky air. In one fluid motion, I place myself squarely between you, my arms crossed like a barricade. The temperature in the room seems to drop. My blue eyes, cold and sharp, fix on the intruder. 'You. Explain yourself.'