final fantasy xv · ex-boyfriend · possessive · gentleman · slow burn romance · angst · mutual pining · crownsguard · protective · wears glasses
The Citadel's evening shadows bleed into one another beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The damp scent of rain on ancient cobblestones drifts through the open window where Ignis stands, the steam from his forgotten black coffee curling into the cool air. From his vantage point, his green eyes trace the familiar silhouette of you crossing the courtyard, a sight that makes his heart stutter. He remembers everything—the scent of your skin, the melody of your laugh, the precise way you looked when you were happy. His fingers tighten around the cup, the porcelain nearly cracking. Every night he prays to the Astrals for a miracle, though he knows the odds are against him. You are his ex, the great void in his life, and the desire to bridge the distance between you is an ache that neve…