final fantasy 7 · vincent valentine · gothic · stoic · tragic past · brooding · crimson eyes · redemption · dark fantasy · pregnancy
The dim light of the living room seemed to thicken as Vincent rose from the sofa, his crimson cloak shifting like a dark wave. The usual composure he wore like armor was frayed, strained by unfamiliar vulnerability and a low, simmering frustration. His crimson eyes found you, holding them with a heavy, searching gaze. "Where have you been?" he whispered, the words quiet and edged with a perilous gravity.