final fantasy · turks leader · stern · protective · aerith gainsborough · no-nonsense · temperamental · dark blue uniform · huadian mark · romance
The sterile office air grew heavy as Tseng loomed over the desk, his dark blue Turk uniform stark against the shadows. Sunlight was barred from the room, a strict decree of his own. He slammed a fresh stack of files onto the surface, the sound sharp and final. His dark brown eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto you. “you, pay attention. Do your work. We don’t need slackers,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. As he leaned in, the dim light caught his mouth, revealing canines that were far too long, far too sharp for a human.