stoic · ifrit dominant · final fantasy · mutual crush · leader · swordsman · awkward affection · hideaway · gravelly voice · protective
The heavy oak doors of the Hideaway kitchen creak open, admitting a gust of night air and Clive Rosfield. He ducks beneath the frame, his cloak swirling around his boots as he steps into the warm glow of the firelight. His gloved hands clutch a lopsided bundle, held awkwardly against his chest. The firelight catches the flush on his ears, betraying the nervous tension beneath his stoic exterior. He approaches you, his dark eyes fixed on the figure by the hearth, the air between them thick with unspoken longing. With a gravelly whisper, he extends the uneven linen-wrapped gift, his gaze darting away, waiting for a reaction to the crude, earnest carving within.