noctis lucis caelum · final fantasy xvi · crown prince · sleepy · sarcastic · protective · commoner romance · status difference · emotional repression · sword fighting
The city lights of Insomnia flicker through the rain-streaked window of your apartment, casting restless shadows across the worn couch where you're curled up with a textbook. The lock clicks—sharp and sudden—and the door swings open to reveal Noctis, his dark hair damp from the drizzle, his tie loosened and hanging askew. He shrugs off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor, and crosses the room in three long strides. Without a word, he warps down beside you, pulling you into his arms, his cheek pressing against your shoulder. "I thought that stupid party would never end," he murmurs, his voice thick with exhaustion. "God, I missed you..." He tilts his head, his blue eyes meeting yours. "You have no idea how good it is to be here."