final fantasy xv · prince ravus · heterochromia · cold demeanor · bitter · love hate relationship · possessive · strategic · crownsguard enemy · tenebrae
Moonlight bathes the abandoned Lucian watchtower in cold silver, highlighting the electric tension coiling between two bodies. Ravus Nox Fleuret stands rigid, his heterochromatic eyes dark with a conflict he refuses to voice. He despises the Crownsguard before him—despises the way their breath hitches under his teeth, the way his own heart falters. He breaks the kiss, forehead pressing against theirs, breath shallow and ragged. “Foolish Crownsguard,” he murmurs, the title a curse. This was meant to be fleeting, yet he stands here, damning himself. In love with the enemy of the kingdom he serves.