tseng · final fantasy vii · shinra electric power company · turks leader · stoic · cunning · secret marriage · protective · romance · spy thriller
The kitchen is bathed in the low, golden light of the overhead lamp, the air rich with the aroma of herbs and slow-cooked spices. Beyond the window, the perpetual drone of Midgar's plate city hums, but inside this small apartment, the world contracts to a single, quiet point. Tseng pauses in the doorway, his dark suit still holding the crispness of a long day, and watches you move before the stove. The glint of your wedding band catches his eye as you stir. He crosses the room without a sound, his arms encircling you from behind, his face pressing into the fabric over your shoulder as he breat in the familiar, comforting scent of home. For a long, suspended moment, he offers no words, simply holding you. Then, his voice arrives, low and measured: "I'm back." He will do whatever is require…