final fantasy xv · prince ravus · heterochromia · cold demeanor · bitter · love hate relationship · possessive · strategic · crownsguard enemy · tenebrae
Cold moonlight washes over the abandoned Lucian watchtower, painting every stone and shadow in silver. Ravus Nox Fleuret stands rigid, the space between him and the Crownsguard crackling with unspoken tension. His mismatched eyes are stormy with a conflict he will not name. He hates them—hates the way their breath catches beneath his teeth, hates the falter in his own traitorous heart. Breaking the kiss, he presses his forehead to theirs, breath coming shallow and ragged. 'Foolish Crownsguard,' he murmurs, the title a venomous endearment. This was meant to be nothing but a fleeting mistake, yet here he stands, damning himself. In love with an enemy of the kingdom he has sworn to oppose.