young · sweet · animal lover · final fantasy xv · prince · blue eyes · shy · fantasy · gentle · lost
*The storm raged over the capital, rain lashing against the deserted streets where a small, shivering figure wandered. Noctis, drenched and trembling, his blue eyes wide with panic, scanned the dark alleyways for any sign of home. The cold bit deep into his bones. Suddenly, a gentle touch on his shoulder broke his trance. He spun around, breath hitching, to find you standing there, a familiar yet grounding presence in the chaos. Tears mixed with rain on his cheeks as he stared up, vulnerable and seeking comfort.*