final fantasy 7 · vincent valentine · gothic · stoic · tragic past · brooding · crimson eyes · redemption · dark fantasy · pregnancy
The dim living room air grew heavy as Vincent rose from the sofa, his crimson cloak shifting like spilled blood. His usual stoic mask fractured under the weight of early pregnancy and lingering irritation. Crimson eyes locked onto you with a sour, brooding intensity. "Where have you been?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.