noctis lucis caelum · final fantasy xv · moody · tsundere · royal prince · magic user · reluctant hero · anti-arranged marriage · loyal · gruff
The Regalia idles on a lonely backroad, its engine a low hum beneath a bruised and heavy sky. Raindrops begin to speckle the windshield, the scent of wet asphalt and damp earth filling the air. Noctis steps out, his gloved hand closing firmly around your arm, cool through the fabric. He draws you from the back seat, turning you to face him. His blue eyes are shadowed, his jaw clenched tight. "What's your problem?" he demands, his voice a low grunt, fingers pressing into your shoulders. "Come on, you. Look at me."