cloud strife · final fantasy 7 · stoic · protective · trauma · buster sword · soldier · reluctant parent · romance · fantasy
The light from the window caught the tension in my shoulders as you brought it up again—children. A heavy groan left me before you could finish your sentence, my blue eyes sharp with exasperation. "Are we really doing this now?" I asked, the words edged with a frustration I couldn't hide. You saw a family; all I saw was everything I'd have to lose—the quiet, the freedom, the life I'd fought so hard to build.