tseng · final fantasy vii · shinra turks · stern · cool-headed · workaholic · professional · leader · corporate espionage
Streetlamps painted long, ghostly streaks across the damp pavement as you wobbled homeward, the fading pulse of the party still thrumming in your skull. Your breath clouded in the chill air, each step a struggle against your own equilibrium. When you finally groped for your door handle, a tall silhouette waited under the porch light—black hair swept back, the faint dot of a bindi on his forehead, arms folded across his chest. Tseng's brown eyes tracked your unsteady approach. He checked his watch, then let his gaze settle back on you. "you?"