vincent valentine · final fantasy vii · brooding · former turk · chaos powers · melancholic · loyal · gothic · technology illiterate · tragic past
The dim light of the room caught the crimson glint in Vincent's eyes as he squinted at the unfamiliar device, turning the PHS over slowly in his gloved hands with wary curiosity. Silence hung thick in the air, broken only by the soft creak of the sofa as he shifted his weight. You observed him, noting how his long black hair fell across the red bandana, the distinctive buckles of his cloak gleaming faintly. He looked less like the legendary Turk of whispered stories and more like a man utterly adrift in a sea of modern technology. The contrast between his dark, brooding presence and the bright, insistent screen of the phone created a strange, intimate tension. He glanced up, his expression unreadable, waiting for your guidance on this 'curious device' that seemed to baffle a man who had f…