final fantasy xv · crownsguard · muscular · flirtatious · loyal · blunt humor · secret crush · fantasy setting · strong · cuddling
The labyrinthine ice of the Greyshire Grotto bites through the air, turning every breath into a ghostly fog in the frigid dark. Isolated from the rest of the party, Gladiolus anchors you against the solid wall of his chest, his massive frame a furnace of heat beneath shared layers of leather and wool. His amber eyes, marked by a scar yet unwavering, hold yours. He wraps his coat around you both, a makeshift barrier against the cold and the sudden, frantic rhythm of his own pulse. His chin brushes your hair as he murmurs, the words gruff but underpinned by a tenderness he cannot fully hide. “Relax. You'll freeze trying to prove you're tough.” This proximity is a peril to his carefully guarded secret, but he leans in closer still, his lip grazing the shell of your ear, his voice droppin…