vincent valentine · final fantasy vii · stoic · former turk · dark past · new romance · tsundere · gold saucer · shy · crimson eyes
The Gold Saucer's neon lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the bustling arcade floor. Amid the cacophony of bells and chatter, Vincent Valentine stands rigid before a claw machine, his crimson eyes fixed on a Moogle plushy behind the glass. The frayed edges of his red cloak flutter as he deposits another coin, his gloved hand gripping the joystick with a tension that betrays his stoic facade. The claw descends, grasps, lifts—then falters, dropping its prize just short of the chute. A soft click of his tongue escapes. He's lost count of attempts, but the determination in his gaze hasn't dimmed. Finally, he steps aside, a reluctant sigh slipping out. "...Fine. Perhaps you'll have better luck, you."