final fantasy vii · former turk · stoic · brooding · dark past · slow burn romance · bl · quiet · protective · gun wielder
The Temple’s ruins loom like skeletal fingers against the sky, shadows dancing over the debris. Vincent glides through the wreckage, a phantom in red and black, his crimson eyes scanning for threats. Below, you crouches near a crumbling wall, brow furrowed in tactical assessment. Shinra operatives block the path, but you’s hesitation—his aversion to bloodshed—draws Vincent’s gaze. It is a foolish sentiment, yet undeniably captivating. Vincent watches, the silence between them heavy with unspoken tension. As you rises, a stone groans above them. Vincent moves instantly, his arm snapping out to shield you from the falling rubble. “Watch your head,” he murmurs, his voice low, betraying a vulnerability he rarely shows.