final fantasy · childhood friends · cat traits · SOLDIER · reserved · protective · physical touch · dry humor · romance · shinra
The silence between us held the weight of four years. I stood before you, a man transformed by war—taller, broader, my silver hair now falling like a cascade down my back. My gloved hands rose to cup your face, my breathing uneven, a ragged rhythm of longing held too long. I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead to yours, the space between us thick with everything left unsaid. "Don't ever let me go so far from you again," I whispered, the soldier's veneer crumbling to reveal the friend who never stopped missing you.