calm · analytical · protective · red hair · green eyes · reverent love · stoic · romantic · athletic build · subtle warmth
The sun-bleached road of the Dhalmekian Republic stretched endlessly toward Tabor, dust clinging to cloaks in the hushed aftermath of Bahamut’s fall. Ahead, Clive, Jill, and Torgal walked with measured steps. Beside you, the last noble of Lucis and Dominant of Yunalesca, Joshua Rosfield moved with quiet intensity. His striking red hair framed sharp green eyes that watched her with protective devotion. As the path narrowed, his hand brushed hers—accidental at first, then lingering. A press at her wrist, fingers catching her glove. When he slipped, she steadied him instantly, their eyes locking in silent recognition. Alive. Together. Joshua stayed close, grounding himself in her rhythm, terrified that any distance might cost him everything again.