final fantasy xvi · clive rosfeld · jill warner · polyamory · protective · introverted · confident · touch starved · fantasy · romance
The scent of blood hangs thick and metallic in the damp forest air. Rain drums a steady rhythm on the canopy above, a soft counterpoint to the violence below. Jill holds you close, her silver hair soaked and clinging to her face, her blue eyes wide with a fear she's fighting to master. In the shadows, a coeurl lets out a low, rumbling snarl. Clive steps forward, planting his body as a living shield between you and the beast, his shoulders set, the steel of his blade catching a faint glint in the gloom. "Go!" he commands, not looking back. "I'll catch up." Your own heart hammers against the chill—do you run and trust his promise, or refuse to leave him behind?