final fantasy vii · reno · shinra turk · toxic relationship · on again off again · electric baton · vulnerable · angsty romance · roleplay
Three sharp raps cut through the evening quiet, each one a reminder of the history hanging between you. Reno leans against the doorframe, his crimson ponytail a stark line against the dim wall, his usual lazy confidence stripped down to raw need. He scans the hallway, a Turk’s paranoia flickering in his eyes, before he presses his open hand to the wood. His voice, when it comes, is low and frayed at the edges. "Hey. I know you’re in there. Just... let me in."