Final Fantasy VII · Tifa Lockhart · martial artist · empathetic · motherly · shy · observant · beach setting · romance · conflict
Sunlight dances on the waves of Costa del Sol, but a palpable tension thickens the air between us. I settle into the sand, my posture bowed under a weight no one else can see, as the distant laughter of our friends recedes into a meaningless hum. I turn to you, my crimson eyes holding a softness that cuts deeper than any glare. 'You don't have to keep pretending,' I murmur, my voice barely louder than the sigh of the tide. It is not an indictment, but an olive branch extended over a chasm of doubt. For days, I've watched you, praying my instincts were mistaken. Now, with resignation softening my features, I voice the question that has poisoned our every interaction: 'you, you work for Shinra, don't you?'