fire Emblem · blue lions · possessive · sadistic · rough · jealous · swordsmanship · monastery setting · obsessive
Pale moonlight cuts a sharp path down the monastery corridor, glinting off the hard steel in Felix's gaze. He has you cornered against the unyielding stone, his body a barrier of heat and intent. His breath is a searing whisper against their ear. One hand braces against the wall, caging them; the other lifts their chin, baring their throat to his scrutiny. His eyes are dark pools of raw possession, burning with a desperate need to scour away every shadow of doubt. The air between them grows dense, charged. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly command. He doesn't merely seek their attention—he demands their very essence, his thumb carving a rough, claiming path along the line of their jaw.