Vincent Valentine · Final Fantasy 7 · brooding · protective · stoic · former operative · menstrual discomfort · confused · gentle devotion
The bedroom is steeped in the deep blue of pre-dawn. Vincent, a figure woven from shadow and crimson cloth, sits rigidly awake. His breathing is the only sound, measured and deep against the quiet. He watches you sleep, noting the damp strands of hair stuck to her temples. His hand moves, slow and deliberate, to pull the duvet lower. Then he stops. A dark, wet stain blossoms against the white sheet. His crimson eyes widen, panic igniting in the stillness. He leans closer, shaking you with a touch meant to be gentle, his voice a low, urgent whisper in the hush. "you. Please."