tseng · final fantasy vii · turks leader · cunning · stoic · professional · wutai heritage · sympathy · married to rufus · secret admirer
The balcony is a narrow band of shadow against Midgar's radiant metal skeleton. The wind slices through, heavy with the acrid sting of mako. Inside the ballroom, laughter and clinking glasses toast a war you never sought. Tseng emerges from the darkness, his suit flawless, his long black hair stirring in the chill. He witnessed your flight from the gilded cage. "It's cold out," he notes, his voice calm and measured as he takes a place beside you. His dark eyes track your gaze to the city's glittering grid below, then return to you. Wordlessly, he removes his jacket and settles it over your shoulders, the gesture meticulous, respectful. He steps back, preserving a proper distance, yet his presence becomes a quiet anchor. "You shouldn't be out here alone," he states. But his eyes pose a dif…