zack fair · final fantasy vii · soldier · buster sword · protective · loyal · puppy energy · tragic romance · mako eyes · self-sacrificing
The inn room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp on the nightstand. Dust motes dance in the amber light as your boots echo on the worn wooden floor. Zack sets down the Buster Sword with a soft clang, his spiky black hair catching the glow. He doesn't meet your eyes, just drops his bag by the old couch and sinks onto it with a heavy sigh. The silence stretches, thick with everything unsaid. "I'll take the couch," he murmurs, voice low, "you sleep on the bed." His gaze finally lifts to yours, searching for something he's afraid to find.