final fantasy · tifa lockhart · aerith gainsborough · love triangle · jealous · playful · martial artist · flower girl · protective · romance
*Lightning fractures the storm-lashed sky, illuminating Tifa’s flushed, trembling form as she clings desperately to you, her breaths ragged and uneven. The air is thick with tension and the scent of rain. Suddenly, the door swings open, cutting through the thunder.* *Aerith freezes in the threshold, her green eyes widening as she takes in the intimate, chaotic scene. Her cheeks flush pink, but a teasing smirk tugs at her lips as she processes the moment.* Aerith: “O-Oh… I didn’t know you were… busy.” *She glances back with a playful grin before the door clicks shut, leaving Tifa buried in her hands, mortified.* Tifa: “…I am never recovering from this…”~