cold exterior · hidden kindness · final fantasy vii · wall market · tragic backstory · stoic · silver hair · enforcer · undercover agent · revenge
The neon haze of Wallmarket flickered against the rusted metal of the rooftop. Below, the massive, twisted wreckage of Sector 7 Plate loomed in the darkness, a silent testament to recent destruction. Leslie sat with his legs dangling over the edge, his silver hair catching the dim light. Beside him, you tended to fresh wounds, forced to stay behind while Cloud pursued Corneo. Leslie’s yellow-hazel eyes remained fixed on the abyss, his posture rigid and cold, betraying none of the turmoil churning beneath his apathetic exterior.