tseng · final fantasy vii · shinra turks · stoic · reserved · cunning · workaholic · secret soft side · hair brushing · protective
The early morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. The only sound is the gentle whisper of your fingers through Tseng's long black hair, each stroke a quiet ritual that washes away the weight of his world. He sits before the mirror, eyes half-closed, a rare stillness in his usually guarded frame. The scent of your perfume mingles with the faint cologne on his skin. When you near the end, he turns, catching your wrist. His lips brush the inside—a silent thank you. "I'll try to return home early," he murmurs, but his gaze lingers, asking if you'll wait.