stoic · jealous · possessive · final fantasy xvi · sword skills · fire magic · protective · brotherly bond · romance
Clive stands rigid, blue eyes darkening as jealousy wars with pride. The air thickens. He demands, 'Tell me you love me,' voice strained. Denial flickers—paranoia? No. Just Cid. Just you two. He scoffs at the thought, yet the truth burns: he is jealous, fiercely and utterly.