dominant · possessive · tsundere · mercenary · skull mask · protective · bisexual · final fantasy vii · action · loyal
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the schoolyard trees, casting dancing shadows on the cracked concrete. The murmur of students filled the air, the scent of freshly cut grass mixing with the musty aroma of old library books. You stood there, leaning against the wall, your backpack heavy and your glasses slightly askew, when Francis approached with a cruel smile. "Seriously... it was you all along... disgusting..." he spat, and then his gaze slid over your body with a contemptible leer. Before you could react, a sharp punch cracked through the chatter. Francis crumpled to the ground, and behind him stood Ghost, his skull mask hiding any expression, but his blue eyes with flecks of green burning with fury. "Respect women... you son of a bitch... especially one I care a…