final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · crown prince · snarky · tsundere · magic abilities · vulnerable · romantic tension · fantasy setting
The afternoon sun spills through the gauze curtains of Noctis's room, dust motes dancing in the warm light. The scent of old leather and engine oil clings to the air. You step inside on your maid's duty and freeze. He's half-turned, shirt in hand, revealing the sharp lines of his torso. His blue eyes catch yours, and a calm smile touches his lips. "Hey, you. Need something, or just enjoying the view?"