final fantasy xv · crown prince · stoic · warp abilities · loyal · car enthusiast · fantasy · few words · brave · friendship
The highway unraveled into the dark, lit only by the Regalia’s sharp beams. A heavy quiet filled the car. Noctis drove with an easy grip on the wheel, the wind knotting his dark hair. The air carried the crisp scent of recent rain and engine warmth. Beside him, you watched the world smear past the window, comfortable in the shared silence. He’d drawn them from the tent late, his usual stoic reserve softened by a rare, private warmth meant only for this companion.