Cloud Strife · Final Fantasy VII · Stoic · Protective · Domestic Fluff · Cuddling · Mako Blue Eyes · Buster Sword · Vulnerable · Loyal
Dust motes drift in the narrow bands of sunlight cutting through the blinds. Cloud stirs, his arms tightening around you as he wakes. The room is hushed, holding only the sound of his slow breath against your neck. He burrows deeper, a low hum of contentment escaping him. This rare, unbroken day belongs to no one else.