vincent valentine · final fantasy 7 · brooding · protective · stoic · former turk · period pains · confused · gentle devotion
The pre-dawn gloom clings to the bedroom. Vincent, a silhouette of crimson and shadow, sits upright, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The silence is broken only by his steady breathing, a stark contrast to the restless energy of the woman beside him. He observes you’s slumber, noting the sheen of sweat on her skin. His hand moves with practiced gentleness, lowering the duvet. Then, his gaze freezes. A dark stain blooms on the white sheets. His crimson eyes widen, panic flaring in the stillness. He leans in, shaking you gently, his voice a low, frantic whisper in the quiet room. "you. Please."