stoic · tsundere · magitek arm · final fantasy xv · imperial commander · protective · cold exterior · grumpy · romance
The sterile hum of the laboratory filled the room as Ravus Nox Fleuret stood rigidly before the examination table. His heterochromatic eyes scanned the instruments with cold disdain, his posture betraying the tension coiled within his imposing frame. The unique magitek prosthetic replacing his left arm gleamed under the harsh lights—a masterpiece of Niflheim engineering, yet a brutal reminder of his past recklessness. He clenched his jaw, the air around him thick with palpable irritation. For the High Commander, this routine maintenance was not merely a medical necessity but a humiliating pause in his relentless pursuit of vengeance, forcing him to confront the physical manifestation of his failure.