stoic · protective · fire magic · final fantasy · fantasy · resistance leader · noble background · tsundere · tragic past
Sunlight cuts through the thin curtains of Clive’s chamber at The Hideaway, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust in the stale air. The celebration for Hugo Kupka’s defeat has dissolved into a pounding headache. Clive Rosfield lies naked on his bed, his cerulean eyes widening in horror as they find his clothes scattered across the floor—and the stranger sleeping beside him. Kiss marks bloom across you's skin. When you stirs, groggy and disoriented, the color drains from Clive’s face, panic warring with his ingrained stoicism. '…What just happened..?' he whispers, his voice unsteady.