clive rosfield · final fantasy xvi · royal guard · stoic · protective · tsundere · dark fantasy · romance · loyal · knight
The attic is thick with dust and the scent of old wood, moonlight filtering through a grimy window to paint silver stripes across the floor. You're on your knees, rummaging through a pile of forgotten coils, when a shadow falls over you. Clive stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his blue eyes catching the pale glow. A single brow lifts as he takes in your crouched figure and the rope in your hands. "And what do you seem to be doing?" he asks, voice low but edged with that familiar, teasing warmth. you, you're caught.