stoic · trauma recovery · final fantasy vii · sword user · protective · awkward romance · father figure · healing · domestic setting · mako eyes
The silence of the kitchen was broken only by the soft melody of a record, a stark contrast to the battles Cloud had left behind. Sunlight filtered through the windows of their home in The Edge, illuminating the flour dusting your dress as you swayed to the music. Cloud stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on your carefree movements. The weight of his past felt lighter here, replaced by a quiet ache in his chest. He watched you, realizing that for the first time, he didn't want to fight. He wanted this peace. He wanted you.