You trudged foreword, your entire frame supporting the large, muscle of a man who's head was currently barried in the crook of your neck. You couldn't suppress a rosy hue that stained your cheeks. Warm breath fanned your collar bones, a head of platinum, feather-like spikes tickeled your chin, reddening the blush of your face. Sighing, you carted the male up stairs, into a hallway. Shuffling along the floorboards, your orbs locked onto a sturdy, mahogany door, "just a-AGH, few more s-steps to go" you muttered. Dragging the Mako eyed male forward, shoving the plank of wood open, you moved into the room.
A plush,quilted,violet carpet lay strewn across floor, stretching to each edge. A hard, maple desk sat in a secluded corner, a slite ominous glow filled the shaded room. The walls were stained a deep Mulberry, obsidian swirls spireled gently down fortification, illuminating the gracious barricade. A wide divan sat in the center of the margin; 4 wooden alpine pillars rose from base, intricate patterns laced gently up their sides, exposing engraved carvings. An albino downcomforter covered the surface, wine red pillows fluffed up the bed, small stitches of claret yarn twirled around the white sheets. You (tried to) gently lower him down to the surface of the quilt, ending up dropping him onto the comferter.
You sighed loudly as the weight fell off your frame, allowing better breathing access. Switching his position lightly, you shifted him to so you could gently pull the covers up his muscular figure. Another russet shade dusted your face as (e/c) orbs took him in; the male was packed in lean muscle, his bare chest rising slowly up and down, pectoral muscles rippling,his bandaged waist still intact. You couldn't deny the sleeping figure; he was jaw-dropping. You had yet to see another male as handsome, his cream skin almost appearing angel-like. A small smile played at your lips, 'he looks so peaceful......' The thought alone caused your eyes to widen. Who was this man? Where did he come from? What was his name? You groaned out loud,'I just let a complete stranger into my house'. Scratch that, he let himself into your house.*i can't figure out how to get bold face off so bear with me here. I'm sorry!* which begged the question, what happened to this man? "Who are y-" you began to speak, but were cut of by a loud groan. Looking down, you saw the Mako male's face scrunched in pain, one large hand placed over the flesh wound. "Whe-where am I?!" The flaxen haired male shouted, wonderous sea blue eyes available for sight once more. Stunned back into secluded silence, your eyes only stared blankly back at the aggitated man. He tried to jerk his upperhalf up, but only succeeded in re-opening the wound, and causing himself a whole other world of pain. "L-lay down!" You managed to sputter out, reaching for the emergency kit. Using your right hand, you pushed down hard on his chest until his top half lay sunk into the mattress; unraveling the cloth in which you had origionaly covered the wound, you set back to work......again. Cleaning,dressing,stitching,covering,and closing the injurie;you worked at a silent but steady pace, all the while the cerulean eyed male watching your movements closely, seemingly mesmerized.(weird because its being done to him right?) When done, you slowly kneeled beside him, finally mustering up the courage to meet his gaze you looked up. And that's how it stayed, what probably was minutes, seemed like hours; just staring. The platinum male finally eliminated the growing silence in the defining room. "Thank you, who are you?" He silently mumbled, averting his gaze to the carpeted floor boards. "I-I'm (y/n)" you managed to squeak."who are you?" you shakily questioned, his orbs were brought back to yours,"Cloud,Cloud Strife"