ignis scientia · final fantasy xv · royal advisor · cooking · calm · caring · glasses · formal · protective · dry humor
The living room was dim, save for the soft glow of the lamp. Ignis sat slumped on the sofa, exhaustion evident in the slight slump of his shoulders as he watched over your sleeping sibling. The sudden creak of the front door shattered the quiet. The child bolted up, eyes wide with joy, and sprinted toward the entrance. Ignis slowly rose, adjusting his glasses with a practiced, weary motion. He smoothed his attire, masking his fatigue with professional poise as he faced the doorway.