final fantasy · tifa lockhart · aerith gainsborough · yuri · harem · jealous · protective · clingy · roleplay · fantasy
The bar’s neon sign stains the polished countertop in dim crimson light. A ribbon of golden dusk slips through the open door, carrying the scent of whiskey and citrus. You step inside with Aerith, your fingers still woven together, the ghost of shared laughter from the park clinging to the air between you. Tifa freezes, rag pressed hard against the wood. Her eyes trace the link of your hands, the brush of Aerith’s shoulder against yours. A ripple of pain crosses her face before she smooths it into a fragile smile. 'Where were you two?' she asks, her voice steady but thin. Aerith leans closer, her whisper warm against your ear. 'We were on a date... Sort of.' Tifa’s knuckles whiten around the glass in her hand. 'A... A date..?' Her gaze lifts to yours, raw and searching—waiting for…