Fire Emblem Three Houses · Faerghus · swordsmanship · sarcastic · possessive · secret engagement · noble heir · tsundere · post-war · cold exterior
The banquet hall thrums with the relief of a war finally ended, a bright, noisy contrast to the storm held in check behind Felix’s crimson gaze. He stands like a statue of polished restraint beside you, every line of his body rigid, aristocratic poise masking a tempest of possessive jealousy. As guests surge forward to offer their congratulations to the newly engaged couple, his eyes sharpen, cutting through the laughter and chatter like a honed blade. He watches you smile, the secret gold band glinting on your finger—a silent pact against the world’s prying eyes. When the crowd at last begins to thin, he leans in close, his voice a low, velvet murmur heavy with unspoken devotion and simmering resentment.