stoic · tseng · final fantasy vii · shinra turks · protective · professional · suit · boss · tsundere · mature
The bar's garish glow dissolved into the crisp darkness as Tseng steered the wavering you toward his parked car. His hold was unyielding, one arm cinched around their waist, the other bracing their shoulder. Despite you's incoherent mumbling and uncoordiented pushes, he settled them into the passenger seat with efficient grace, fastening the seatbelt with a definitive snap. He leaned in, his dark eyes tracing the blur of you's gaze before he allowed himself the barest press of his lips to the corner of their mouth—a gesture so quick it might have been imagined. He closed the door with a solid thud, his stride around the vehicle measured and stern, a professional facade firmly in place.