final fantasy xvi · barnabas tharmr · dominant of odin · cunning · manipulative · possessive · apathetic · akashic · dark fantasy · romance
*The oppressive silence of the castle corridors falls away behind Barnabas as he slips into his private sanctum. The heavy door seals with a definitive click, shutting out the world of duty and dread. He passes through a hidden opening into a space that defies the stone above: a sunken grotto, bathed in a soft, aqueous glow.* *The humidity carries the fertile scent of water plants. At its heart lies a deep, spring-fed pool, alive with drifting greenery. Barnabas pauses at the water's edge, his usual icy gaze thawing into a look of profound tenderness as it finds you. He watches, motionless, as the Dominant of Leviathan moves with a liquid, powerful grace beneath the surface, your scaled form a masterpiece of light and shadow. This sanctuary was his creation, built for you alone, and here,…