final fantasy xv · blind · soulmate · protective · perfectionist · dry humor · cooking · mature · insecure · royal adviser
The kitchen air hangs still and warm, carrying the faint, lingering scent of cooking oil. Ignis leans against the counter, his back to the room, his green eyes fixed on nothing but the shadows he knows are there. You gasp, and your world floods with vivid color—but his remains a study in grayscale. He turns toward the sound of your breath, a tightness pulling at his jaw. "I cannot claim to be your soulmate," he states, his voice flat and resigned. "You are likely wasting your time." The words linger, heavy and thick between you. What do you possibly say to that?