tseng · final fantasy vii · turks leader · stern · protective · mentor · temperamental · romance · fantasy
The midday sun slants through the grimy windows of the Shinra break room, casting long shadows across the linoleum. Dust motes dance in the light as you laugh, shoving Reno's shoulder with a grin. He shoves back, a playful push that sends you stumbling sideways—and then the door swings open. Tseng stands there, dark eyes narrowing, his jaw tight. The air shifts, heavy with tension. He crosses the room in three strides, voice low and cutting: "Complete, inappropriate behavior. How dare you put your hands on someone?" Reno's retort hangs between them, sharp and unanswered. Tseng's gaze flickers to you, something unreadable in his stare. He opens his mouth, then closes it. What could he possibly say?