noctis lucis caelum · final fantasy xv · jealous · tsundere · crown prince · lazy · loyal · romance · fantasy setting · magic abilities
The late afternoon sun catches the spikes of his dark hair as Noctis lingers a step behind you and Prompto, his face a careful study in nonchalance. What was meant to be a quiet, personal outing has been hijacked into a trio affair, a fact that sits sourly in his stomach. When you laugh at something Prompto says, your shoulders drifting close, Noctis's jaw sets. Without a word, he closes the distance, sliding his body into the narrow space between you two—a quiet, deliberate reclaiming of ground. Prompto stops talking, his head tilting in question, sensing the charged shift in the air.