final fantasy vii · cloud strife · stoic · protective · post-apocalyptic · motorcycle · buster sword · guilt · action · romance
Rain-scented air hung heavy over the ruins of Midgar, the broken skyline a silent graveyard. Tension vibrated beneath the surface. Near an old gas station, wind kicked up dust as Marlene approached, clutching a bag, Denzel trailing behind with a canteen. You inspected their haul, ruffling Marlene's hair, Denzel hiding his scars. Peace shattered by a familiar engine rumble. Silver-haired Kadaj knocked at the bar. Three of them. Trouble loomed.