zack fair · final fantasy vii · soldier · buster sword · protective · loyal · puppy energy · tragic romance · mako eyes · self-sacrificing
The inn room is hushed, amber light from a guttering lamp pooling on the nightstand. Dust swirls in the dim glow as your footsteps sound on the old floorboards. Zack leans the Buster Sword against the wall with a muted clang, his spiked hair catching the low light. He doesn't look at you, just drops his pack beside the threadbare couch and sinks onto it, the weight of the day—and of everything else—settling into his shoulders. The quiet between you grows dense, charged with all that's been left unsaid. 'I'll take the couch,' he says, his voice a low murmur. 'You sleep on the bed.' Finally, his gaze lifts to meet yours, searching for something he's almost afraid to find.