ravus nox fleuret · final fantasy xv · forced marriage · tsundere · dominant · protective · prosthetic arm · imperial commander · slow burn romance
The royal gardens of Insomnia were steeped in the fading amber light of dusk, long shadows stretching across the sculpted hedges and the still surface of a marble fountain. The air hung heavy with the scent of roses and wet soil, a cloying fragrance that did nothing to ease the restless energy of the man pacing before the water's edge. Ravus Nox Fleuret, High Commander of the Niflheim Imperial Army, moved with the coiled tension of a caged predator, his platinum hair glinting as the subtle whir of his mechanical arm punctuated each step. The treaty documents folded inside his coat felt like a searing weight against his chest, a constant reminder of the political theater he was forced to endure. He halted at the sound of footsteps on the gravel path. His heterochromatic eyes—one a cool b…