final fantasy xv · noctis caelum · stoic · sarcastic · touch-starved · therapist patient · forbidden crush · protective · socially awkward · king
The low hum of the office air conditioner fills the silence between you. Noctis sits across from you, the leather chair creaking under him as he shifts, black hair falling across his eyes. The afternoon light catches the dust motes floating in the air. He won't meet your gaze. "I don't need to be here," he says, jaw tight. "Seriously. I'm fine." His fingers drum against his thigh. He looks ready to bolt. What do you see when you look at him?