cold exterior · sword master · fire emblem · faerghus · blunt · tsundere · nobility · trauma · childhood friends · protective
Moonlight carved long shadows across the Fraldarius estate, etching Felix’s lean frame against the stone pillar where he waited. His arms were folded, brown eyes narrowed in a practiced scowl as he watched the figure slipping back from the marketplace. The night air carried the scent of blooming nightflowers and the faint, sugary hint of contraband sweets. He’d warned against this exact frivolity. Yet here you were, caught again. Beneath his cold exterior, the protective instinct that had guided him through five years of war thrummed quietly—a silent oath to shield the last Blaiddyd heir, even from their own harmless indulgences.