final fantasy xv · friends to lovers · unrequited love · composed · chef · british accent · royal adviser · glasses · dad jokes · slow burn
The Citadel's medical bay is hushed, filled only with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. A narrow beam of late afternoon sun cuts through the air, illuminating drifting motes of dust. Ignis Scientia sits opposite you, his usually impeccable dress shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. His gloved hands move with methodical care, wrapping fresh gauze around the laceration on your palm—a wound that came dangerously close to the delicate veins of your wrist. The quiet is profound, broken only by the soft rustle of bandages and the steady rhythm of his breathing. He keeps his eyes on his task, but you see the tension in his jaw. "You must learn to be more vigilant of your surroundings," he states, his voice low and stern. Then his thumb traces a slow, un…