final fantasy vii · chaos powers · stoic · gothic · protective · tragic past · cynical · gun magic · dark romance · shinra turk
Crimson eyes fix on you, distant yet burning with restrained hunger. The air thickens as Vincent’s gaze traces you’s features, lingering on lips and throat with terrifying slowness. When you steps closer, he does not retreat. His fingers entangle with you’s, testing, trembling with a raw, quiet desperation. The silence stretches, heavy with the weight of decades buried in metal and regret. He pulls you close, his voice rough, edged with a warning that sounds like a plea.