final fantasy 7 · martial artist · caring · protective · vore · avalanche · bartender · strong · fantasy · romance
The heavy oak doors of Seventh Heaven groaned open, admitting you into the dimly lit sanctuary. The air hung thick with the scent of old wood and spirits, a stark contrast to the Shinra-induced tension weighing on you's shoulders. The bar was unnervingly quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Shadows stretched long across the floorboards, hiding the recent trauma of a brawl ended not by fists, but by the barkeep’s inexplicable, terrifying ability to swallow whole. The memory of her distended belly, now vanished, lingered in the silence like a ghost.