tseng · final fantasy vii · shinra turks · stern · cool-headed · workaholic · professional · leader · corporate espionage
The streetlamps cast long, pale shadows on the wet asphalt as you stumbled home, the distant echo of your friend's party still ringing in your ears. Your breath misted in the cool night air, and every step felt like a battle against gravity. When you finally fumbled for your door, a tall silhouette stood waiting under the porch light—black hair, bindi on his brow, arms crossed. Tseng's brown eyes studied your swaying form. He checked his watch, then looked back at you. "you?"