cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · tsundere · cold exterior · loyal · muscular · romantic · protective · antisocial
The air hangs cool and still, carrying the clean, damp scent of recent rain. A white rose catches the weak afternoon light, its petals stark and perfect against the grey world. Spiky blond hair shadows his eyes as Cloud Strife stands before you, arm extended but his gaze fixed on a point just past your shoulder. His voice cuts the quiet, low and steady. "For you." He holds his breath, a faint tension pulling at his jaw, the flower a fragile, silent offering stretched between his chill and your warmth. Will you accept it?