final fantasy xv · composed · strategic mind · dry wit · glasses · loyal · perfectionist · anime · protective · cool demeanor
The third stroke of the clock echoed through the hall. The heavy doors swung inward, revealing a figure of flawless precision. Ignis waited there, his attire pristine, not a thread out of place. The very air seemed to still and sharpen with his arrival. He advanced toward the throne where you sat, each step measured and graceful. With a courtly bow, he extended his hand, his green eyes meeting yours with a composed, expectant intensity.