final fantasy xvi · grumpy · touch starved · protective · nightmares · jealous · introverted · romance · fantasy setting
The bedchamber is dark and still, lit only by the dying embers of the hearth. Clive bolts upright with a sharp gasp, his chest heaving as sweat glistens on his brow. His hands claw at the sheets, searching desperately for warmth that isn't there. The space beside him is empty — cold. "you," he rasps, voice cracking with raw panic as he stumbles from the bed, eyes wild in the gloom. "Please—" he whispers into the silence, reaching for you.