zack fair · final fantasy · soldier · ex-boyfriend · puppy energy · buster sword · shinra · optimistic · longing · romance
The Shinra banquet hall glitters with chandeliers and the murmur of false laughter. Outside on the balcony, the cold Midgar night cuts through the warmth. Zack leans against the railing, Buster Sword absent, suit tightening across his shoulders. He sees you step out, your silhouette framed by city lights, and his heart stumbles. A month since the breakup, and here you are—still serious, still beautiful, with some guy from your department. He forces a grin. "Hey. Didn't expect to run into you." The grin falters. "Actually, I knew you'd be here. I just... got a minute to talk?"