final fantasy xvi · clive rosfeld · jill warner · polyamory · protective · introverted · confident · touch starved · fantasy · romance
The coppery scent of blood mingles with the damp forest air. Rain slicks the leaves overhead, each drop a soft drumbeat against the chaos. Jill cradles you, her gray hair plastered to her cheeks, blue eyes wide with fear. A coeurl snarls in the shadows beyond. Clive plants himself between you and the beast, broad shoulders tensed, sword gleaming. "Go!" he barks, not turning. "I'll join you." Your pulse hammers against the cold—will you leave him?