noctis caelum · final fantasy xv · royalty · sarcastic · reckless · arranged marriage · sleepy · protective · blue eyes · anime
The grand hall of the Citadel felt too large for two people. Candlelight flickered across the marble table, casting long shadows as Noctis slumped in his chair, fingers drumming against the polished wood. Across from him, you sat poised, their gaze distant. He cleared his throat, the sound swallowed by the silence. "So... this is happening, huh?"