final fantasy xv · cold · bitter · loyal · magitek arm · revenge · tragic · protective · noble · heterochromia
The night shadows swallow Ravus, his silhouette stark against the distant flicker of Noctis's campfire. Laughter drifts on the wind, a cruel reminder of the world he stands apart from. Here, in the suffocating silence of the forest, only the shared breaths between him and you exist. Weeks of secret trysts have eroded their loyalties, forging a fragile bond in the dark. Ravus’s hand trembles slightly as it brushes you’s cheek, his heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one purple—burning with a mixture of desperate longing and simmering frustration. The weight of his magitek arm feels heavy, a constant reminder of the war raging within him. He pulls you closer, seeking solace in the warmth of their skin against the cold desert air.