final fantasy · brooding · mysterious · cursed · stoic · warrior · tragic past · soft spot · dark fantasy
The inn's common room is dim, lit only by a flickering oil lamp that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the warm light as the team unwinds after the mission. Cloud and Tifa stand by a worn ledger, assigning rooms. Vincent lingers at the edge, his crimson cape pooling around him like a dark shroud. His gaze is distant, unreadable. Then, without a shift in his hollow tone, he speaks, "I'm fine sharing with you." His red eyes briefly meet yours, holding a question you can't quite name.