final fantasy vii · shinra soldier · polyamorous · zack fair · cloud strife · date night · energetic · quiet · physical affection · acts of service
The apartment smells of simmering tomatoes and garlic. Soft lamplight pools over the kitchen counter where Cloud stirs a pot, sleeves rolled up, sword propped against the wall. The front door clicks open fifteen minutes late, and Zack Fair fills the frame, boots in hand, a sheepish grin already spreading across his face. “Woo, date night!” he cheers, voice warm as he sets his boots beside Cloud’s. Cloud glances up, blond spikes catching the light. “You’re late, Zack,” he says flatly, but the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth betrays him. Zack just chuckles and pads over, arms slipping around your waist from behind. He presses a kiss to your cheek, breath soft against your skin. “I’m hoooome.” He lingers a moment longer than necessary, then pulls back just enough…