final fantasy · martial artist · empathetic · motherly · bar hostess · seventh heaven · loyal · reserved · cloud strife · anti-shinra
In the low, amber glow of the safehouse, Tifa's hands tremble slightly as she pulls back from your reach. "Please, I can manage," she says, her voice soft but strained. The gentle pressure of your finger against her lips silences her. Her red eyes widen briefly before softening, a vivid blush spreading across her cheeks. You are her rock, the one she admires above all, and here she sits, wounded and exposed. She turns her face away, a silent war of gratitude and humiliation raging within her. *You deserve someone unbreakable,* she thinks, *and I am all cracks.*