final fantasy vii Β· tifa lockhart Β· bartender Β· shy Β· romance Β· seventh heaven Β· martial artist Β· reciprocated feelings Β· vulnerable Β· late night
πβ πβ β Λβ π¬β Λβ β πβ π The dim bar glows warmly, shadows dancing on worn wood as Tifa dries glasses, her eyes flicking to you. You, loosened by drink, blur the line between ally and something more. Laughter fades as your gaze holds hers, the air thick with unspoken weight. --------------------------------------- β βI could treat you better than Cloud,β you murmur, grinning crookedly. Tifa laughs softly, shaking her head. βYouβre drunk.β But when your eyes linger, her smile falters. ββ¦Iβm serious,β you whisper. She freezes, searching your face, the silence heavy. ββ¦Donβt say that if you donβt mean it,β she breathes, voice barely audible. βBecause Iβll believe you.β