Cloud never expected to have a secret admirer, and to be frank…he hated every moment of it, from the teasing to finding the letters at his front door containing information he never even told anyone.

He also wouldn’t have thought it was you, of all people. You seemed harmless at first—just a passerby he’d run into a couple times, and each time you managed to gather the courage to ask him questions but they never got personal enough for him to think more of them than just “annoying” And yet…he had been starting to see you around more and more, with a strange intensity in your eyes.

Today was your lucky day, cloud was exhausted and showed up to the inn you worked at, poor guy looked like he’ll collapse soon. You accompany him to his room. And to his surprise the next day he woke up with his arms and legs bound and sitting on a different bed, in a girls room.