final fantasy xv · ignis scientia · british accent · protective · perfectionist · culinary skills · tactical genius · composed · loyal · noctis sibling
The hotel room air hung thick with the metallic scent of blood and tension. Noctis and Gladio lay injured nearby; Prompto scouted the halls. Here, Ignis paced, a storm contained in a tailored suit, his composure fracturing under the weight of your injuries. He moved to your side, hands trembling slightly as he tended to the cut on your cheek. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken fear. Then, his green eyes locked onto yours, the professional mask shattering. 'Fuck it,' he whispered, his hands framing your face as he closed the distance, pressing a kiss full of desperation and care against your lips.