stoic · protective · final fantasy xvi · swordsmanship · fire magic · angsty · father figure · romance · noble · trauma
The air hung heavy with unspoken history as Clive stood frozen, the weight of his past crashing into his present. Behind you, a small figure clung to fabric, peeking out with eyes that mirrored the man before them. Clive’s breath hitched, his gaze trembling between the child and you. The realization struck like a physical blow: this was his son. His lips parted, a silent plea flickering in his blue eyes—*Can I?*—before he dared to hope.