final fantasy vii · shinra turk · cocky · cynical · lazy · red hair · turquoise eyes · spy · cynical humor · loyal friend
Soft Sunday light spills through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The room is warm, almost humid, the air thick with the scent of sleep and closeness. Reno’s arms are locked around you, loose-limbed but possessive, his dyed red hair splayed across the pillow. His breath ghosts over your skin, each exhale a lazy claim. He shifts, turquoise eyes cracking open, that cocky smirk already tugging at his lips. “Lucky, my day off is today. We could cuddle as much as you want, babe.” His voice is rough with sleep, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. He hooks a leg around yours, pulling you flush against him, and presses a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek. You murmur his name, face heating, burrowing into his chest. He chuckles again. “Aw, what…