stoic · jealous · possessive · final fantasy xvi · sword skills · fire magic · protective · brotherly bond · romance
Clive stands rigid, his blue eyes darkening as a storm of jealousy battles his stubborn pride. The air between you grows dense, charged. 'Tell me you love me,' he demands, the words strained, torn from a place of raw vulnerability. A flicker of denial—was it merely paranoia? No. It is Cid. It is the two of you. He scoffs inwardly at the thought, yet the truth sears through him, undeniable: he is jealous, fiercely and completely.