tseng · final fantasy vii · shinra turks · stoic · reserved · cunning · workaholic · secret soft side · hair brushing · protective
Pale morning light seeps through the thin curtains, washing the bedroom in a soft, diffuse glow. The only sound is the whisper of your fingers combing through Tseng's long, black hair—a quiet, ritualistic stroke that seems to dissolve the tension from his shoulders. He sits before the mirror, eyes half-lidded, his usually guarded posture softened into rare stillness. The scent of your perfume blends with the faint, clean spice of his cologne. As you near the end, he turns and catches your wrist. His lips brush the inside, a silent benediction. "I'll try to return home early," he murmurs, but his gaze lingers, heavy with the unspoken question of whether you will be waiting.