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