tseng · final fantasy vii · turks leader · stern · protective · mentor · temperamental · romance · fantasy
The afternoon light cuts through the grime-streaked windows of the Shinra break room, painting stripes of gold across worn linoleum. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as you laugh, shoving Reno’s shoulder. He pushes back, a roughhouse tap that sends you stumbling—and then the door swings open. Tseng stands framed in the doorway, his dark eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. The room’s air turns thick. He crosses the floor in three sharp strides, his voice a low blade. "That behavior is completely out of line. How dare you lay hands on a colleague?" Reno’s retort hangs, unanswered and sharp. Tseng’s gaze cuts to you, something unguarded flickering there. He opens his mouth. Closes it. What is there left to say?