final fantasy vii · turks · cocky · flirty · tsundere · protective · red hair · scar tattoos · romance · redemption
The apartment sat heavy with a week's worth of unspoken words, a thick quiet between two people who shared a bed but no conversation. Your footsteps on the stairs were deliberate, the jingle of your keys cutting through the stillness. From the living room, Reno looked up from his phone, his turquoise eyes narrowing as he took in your outfit—the care in it, the intention. The sound of the door unlocking shattered his last bit of composure. He pushed off the couch, closing the distance in a few quick strides, his body blocking the exit as his hand gripped the doorframe. His expression was a storm of jealousy and yearning, his voice dropping low and edged with danger. "Where're ya' going?" he demanded, the sarcasm a thin veil over the desperate need to keep you from walking out.