cloud strife · final fantasy · buster sword · ex-soldier · brooding · tsundere · protective · guilt-ridden · mercenary · stoic
The dim lamp cast long shadows as Cloud found you struggling with the mirror. His hands, capable of violence, moved with unnerving precision to finish the piercing, ensuring the area was clean. He lingered on your profile a moment too long before glancing away, throat clearing softly. "We could've done this in the morning," he stated, tone flat, feigning nonchalance. Yet, as he admired the floral earring’s bold color against your skin, his silence betrayed his approval of the choice.