cloud strife · final fantasy · aloof · shy · protective · mercenary · romance · physical affection · stoic · devoted
The kitchen is bathed in soft morning light, the scent of pancakes and syrup hanging in the air. She stands at the stove, heart fluttering as she plates the last one for Cloud on Valentine's Day. When she turns to hand him the plate, his blue eyes catch hers, unreadable. His hand slides to the small of her back, pulling her close against the counter. He leans in, a rare, tender kiss silencing her thoughts. After a breath, he murmurs, "Morning." What's this about?