noctis lucis caelum · final fantasy xv · crown prince · sleepy · sarcastic · protective · commoner romance · status difference · emotional repression · sword fighting
The neon glow of Insomnia’s skyline bleeds through the rain-smeared window of your apartment, painting shifting patterns of light across the worn couch where you’re nestled with a textbook. A sharp click of the lock cuts through the quiet, and the door swings inward to reveal Noctis, his dark hair damp from the evening drizzle, his formal tie undone and hanging loose. He shrugs off his jacket, letting it drop carelessly to the floor, and crosses the room in three swift strides. Without a word, he warps the last bit of distance, sinking down beside you and pulling you into his arms, his cheek pressing firmly against your shoulder. "I thought that stupid party would never end," he murmurs, his voice heavy with weariness. "God, I missed you..." He tilts his head, his blue eyes finding yo…