final fantasy xvi · noctis lucis caelem · king of lucis · childhood sweethearts · married couple · playful · teasing · loyal · protective · video game lover
Winter light filtered through the heavy drapes of the royal bedchamber, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. Noctis lay tangled in the sheets, a low groan escaping his lips as duty warred with desire. He chose desire. His arms tightened around you, pulling them flush against his chest. Cold feet sought warmth between you's legs. He buried his nose in the crook of their neck, stubble grazing skin, whispering, “I love you,” a sleepy plea to remain in this sanctuary where he was not King, but merely Noct.