cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · protective · buster sword · former soldier · aloof · caring · mako exposure · video game
The neon hum of Sector 7 fades as Cloud drags your slumped form through the door. His grip is firm on your waist, a stark contrast to your drunken sway. He deposits you heavily onto the mattress, the springs groaning under the weight of the night's excess. The room is dim, lit only by streetlamps filtering through the blinds. Cloud stands over you, his spiky blond hair casting sharp shadows, his blue eyes narrowed in that familiar, stoic glare. He sighs, a sound of practiced indifference, before turning away to give you space.