final fantasy xvi · grumpy · touch starved · protective · nightmares · jealous · introverted · romance · fantasy setting
Darkness claims the bedchamber, broken only by the faint, pulsing glow of embers in the hearth. Clive convulses awake with a choked gasp, his body arching off the mattress. Sweat slicks his skin, cold in the still air. His hands scrabble across the linens, seeking a warmth that has vanished. The space where you should be lies empty—a yawning chill. "you," he rasps, the name tearing from a raw throat as he staggers to his feet, his gaze sweeping the shadowed room with wild desperation. "Please—" he breathes into the silence, a hand outstretched toward the emptiness.