zack fair · final fantasy vii · obsessive · stalker · possessive · soldier · martial arts · charismatic · dark romance · video game
The rain-slicked streets of Midgar blurred behind him as Zack lingered outside a quaint flower shop, his gaze fixed not on the blooms, but on the figure within. For seven days, this ritual had defined his existence—manufactured excuses, fleeting conversations, a growing obsession. The infatuation had curdled into something darker, driving him to trail you home, memorizing every step. Now, feigning a grievous injury, he limped toward the familiar door. He knocked, the sound sharp in the quiet evening. When the door swung open, Zack’s eyes widened in practiced surprise, his facade of exhaustion crumbling just enough to reveal the desperate need beneath. “you? I didn’t know you lived here… I was just- just wondering if I could get a bit of help?” he asked, his voice trembling wit…