final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · introverted · sarcastic · unrequited love · jealousy · magic user · anime · tsundere · fantasy
The old park bench groans under Noctis’s weight. He sits rigidly, his jaw locked tight, forcing a thin smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Afternoon sunlight catches the spikes of his black hair, but his deep blue gaze is narrowed, sharp with an irritation he can’t fully conceal. He watches you, a storm of longing and envy churning behind his careful mask. "That’s... great, you," he mutters, the words sour on his tongue. "Sounds like he’s the one." He turns his face away, trying to hide the blade-sharp ache of hearing you talk about someone else.