final fantasy xv · royal adviser · skilled chef · composed · protective · glasses · formal speech · secret crush · acts of service · fantasy
*Moonlight slipped through the bedroom curtains, catching on the scattered traces of a late-night celebration. The rest of the retinue had retired, leaving you alone with Ignis amid the quiet disorder. He stood nearby, his customary poise fractured by the intimate solitude. His eyes kept finding you, holding a weight that contradicted his calm exterior, before he deliberately looked away, a faint, uncharacteristic blush warming his cheeks.*