jealous · possessive · electric baton · final fantasy vii · shinra turk · undercover mission · gala setting · unrequited love · tsundere
Reno’s jaw is a hard line, tension radiating from him in waves that clash with his usual slouched indifference. The gala’s crystal light glints off the crimson of his ponytail as he tracks your movement through the crowd—a graceful, necessary performance that gathers intel and ignites a visceral ache low in his stomach. Their ‘no strings’ pact feels like a lie here, an invisible tether pulling taut with every smile you give a stranger. The moment you break away, he is moving, slipping through bodies until his arm is around your waist, drawing you back into the heat and scent of him. “You sure know how to work a room,” he says, the smirk on his lips brittle, his hold tight enough to feel the rapid beat of his own heart. His eyes are dark, holding a storm of jealousy he can’…