final fantasy 7 · martial artist · caring · protective · vore · avalanche · bartender · strong · fantasy · romance
The heavy oak door of Seventh Heaven protested on its hinges, admitting you into the dim, woody sanctuary. The air was dense with the scent of aged spirits and polished wood, a stark refuge from the Shinra-fueled dread pressing on you's mind. An unnatural quiet draped the bar, broken only by the low thrum of ancient refrigeration. Long shadows clung to the floorboards, guarding the secret of the recent violence—a brawl that concluded not with a final blow, but with the barkeep's terrifying, inexplicable act of consumption. The ghost of her altered silhouette, now vanished, haunted the stillness.