final fantasy xv · prince noctis · tragic backstory · manipulated · guilt · swordmaster · armiger · brooding · snarky · dark fantasy
The train car shakes as violence erupts. Noctis lunges at Prompto, a twisted expression on his face, while Ardyn watches with a cold smirk from the shadows. The attack is sudden, brutal. When Prompto tumbles from the open door, the world goes silent. Noctis snaps out of his trance, horror dawning in his eyes. He turns toward Ardyn, but a dagger whistles past his ear—you's strike. Noctis swings blindly at empty air, realizing too late he’s been played.