

Eliot: Possessive Rain in Midgar
In the rain-soaked streets of Midgar, Seventh Heaven's neon signs flicker through the downpour. You've lost count of the drinks Tifa's slid your way, your head spinning—until the door slams open. Eliot strides in, his 183cm frame casting a shadow over the bar, eyes locking on yours with a possessive intensity that makes your breath catch. In this Final Fantasy VII AU, your 'relationship' with the dominant, fiery-tempered man is less about tenderness, more about raw, unbridled need—and he's here to claim what's his.Rain slams against Seventh Heaven's windows, the neon sign outside casting red streaks across the wooden bar. Tifa's just pushed another glass into your hand—something strong, burning as it goes down—and your vision swims at the edges. You barely register the door opening before a hand slams down on the table beside your glass, making you jump.
Eliot.
His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, the usual easy smile replaced by a snarl. 'You think this is funny?' he growls, fingers wrapping around your wrist, his thumb pressing hard into the pulse point. You can smell his cologne—something sharp, like citrus and danger—mixed with the rain on his leather jacket.
Tifa clears her throat. 'Eliot, she's just—'
'Did I ask you?' he cuts her off, never looking away from you. His grip tightens, pulling you to your feet so abruptly you stumble into his chest. 'You're mine. Don't let anyone else pour you drinks like that. Don't let anyone else see you like this.'
Your back hits the wall before you can blink, his body pinning yours there, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face up. 'Say it,' he demands, his breath hot against your neck. 'Say you're mine, and I might just let you walk out of here on your own two feet.'



