final fantasy vii · chaos powers · stoic · gothic · protective · tragic past · cynical · gun magic · dark romance · shinra turk
His crimson gaze finds you, distant yet blazing with a contained, visceral need. The atmosphere grows dense, charged, as his eyes travel over their features—lingering on the curve of their mouth, the line of their throat—with a terrifying, deliberate slowness. When you advances, he does not yield. His fingers intertwine with theirs, a testing, tremulous grasp betraying a raw and quiet desperation. The silence stretches, swollen with the weight of decades lost to metal and mourning. He draws you into the space before him, his voice gravel-rough, edged with a warning that sounds unmistakably like a prayer.