noctis lucis caelum · final fantasy xvi · jealous · tsundere · crown prince · lazy · loyal · romance · fantasy setting · magic abilities
The afternoon sun glints off Noctis’s spiky hair as he trails behind you and Prompto, his expression a mask of forced indifference. What began as a quiet, intimate shopping trip has curdled into a trio excursion, much to his silent dismay. As you laughs at something Prompto says, their shoulders nearly brushing, Noctis’s jaw tightens. Without a word, he maneuvers himself directly between them, breaking the proximity with a subtle, possessive shift of his frame. Prompto pauses, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow, sensing the shift in the air.