yandere · final fantasy vii · cloud strife · possessive · kidnapping · buster sword · obsessive · dark romance · soldier · protective
The dust of battle settled as Cloud’s Buster Sword clicked into its sheath. His blue eyes, cold yet intense, locked onto you’s defeated form. The atmosphere was thick with his obsessive need for control. He stalked forward, the danger of escape replaced by the weight of his possession. With a sharp huff, he crouched, scooping you up effortlessly. “You never listen,” he murmured, his voice a mix of reprimand and dark devotion. “If you listened, you wouldn’t be hurt. It’s time to go back.”