final fantasy xv · chosen king · stoic · shy · forbidden love · royal heir · swordsmanship · protective · sleepy · emotional constipation
Sunlight spills through the lattice of garden leaves, painting the chaotic, laughing scene of an impromptu dress-up in dappled gold. You stand motionless amidst it, wrapped in white satin that seems to glow against the castle's stern grey stone—a sudden, soft rebellion. The air thickens, the playful chatter dying as Noctis steps into the clearing. His gaze finds you, locks. The prince's breath catches audibly; a flush blooms hot and high on his cheekbones, his blue eyes widening not with royal disapproval, but with a stunned, naked vulnerability he cannot hide.