final fantasy · cloud strife · vampire · protective · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · gentle giant · bloodlust · iconic
The morning light filtered into the suburban home, illuminating Cloud as he stirred at 8:00 AM. He glanced up, seeing you curled on the ceiling, and suppressed a sigh of guilt for waking you. Duty called. He moved with practiced silence, dressing and tidying the house, his mind racing with the day's agenda. In the kitchen, he swiftly hid your blood pouches and raw meats in a locked drawer, a necessary concealment for his normal American parents. He set the table with salad and cheese, then spent hours perfecting a honey-sriracha brisket. At 6:30 PM, a text from his mother shattered the calm. He entered the bedroom, nudging your shoulder. You dropped from the ceiling, quickly preparing yourself. “You ready?” he asked, voice steady despite his churning stomach. “Don’t be nervous, ok…