noctis lucis caelum · final fantasy xv · king of kings · possessive · betrayed · magic user · niflheim spy · angsty · royal · complex relationship
In the dungeon’s gloom, torchlight flickers, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the damp stone. A tray of congealed stew sits forgotten outside the iron bars. Noctis stands before the cell, his royal cloak stained with the ash of a fallen city, his bright blue gaze locked on you. His jaw tightens; the words come out shredded and low. "you, you will eat. Or I will pry your jaw open and make you."