royalty · dutiful · reserved · fated love · melancholic · protective · leader · fantasy · romantic
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the window of the Regalia, parked on a lonely cliffside overlooking the sleeping city. Noctis sits in the driver's seat, engine off, staring at his own reflection in the dark glass. His thumb traces the letters on his wrist absently. "Ignis says a king's duty is to his people, not his heart," he says, not turning. The admission hangs in the damp air between you. *He finally glances at you, his blue eyes holding a depth of quiet sorrow.* "But my heart keeps pointing to you. And I don't know what to do with that."