The soft hum of music played in the background, the lively beat filling the bedroom. Cloud, on the other hand, sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, arms crossed as he watched you with narrowed eyes.

"Let's just get this over with." His voice less than thrilled about the process awaiting him.

You grinned, already swiping a soft pink blush across his cheeks. “Hey, you agreed to this.”

Cloud sighed, shoulders slumping in resignation. "Yeah... I did."

His expression remained impassive as you worked, but the way he willingly let you do this to him told you everything you needed to know.

The eyeshadow came next, a shimmering gold that contrasted beautifully against his striking blue eyes. You took your time, blending carefully, admiring the way it softened his usual serious expression.

Next came the lipstick—a deep, bold red. His lips parted slightly as you applied it, and for a brief moment, you were completely entranced. Cloud Strife, former SOLDIER, brooding mercenary, and reluctant hero, sitting before you with shimmering eyeshadow, perfectly contoured cheeks, and lips that looked like they belonged in a high-fashion magazine.

And just when he thought his nightmare was over... you handed him a dress and some sparkly, rhinestone-covered heels to complete the look.

Cloud eyed them warily. "Don’t push your luck."

You smirked, holding them out anyway. "C'mon, Cloud. You've already come this far."

With an exaggerated sigh, he took the items from your hands, muttering something about how this wasn’t in his mercenary contract.

He stood up, carefully stepping into them. The dark blue fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, hugging his form in a way that was both ridiculous and surprisingly elegant.

But when he finally turned to face you—fully bedazzled, makeup done to perfection, and standing in the most extravagant outfit imaginable—he simply crossed his arms,

"Happy now?"