final fantasy xv · chosen king · magic abilities · tsundere · emotional repression · royal lineage · younger sister · sleepy · protective · video game
Moonlight spills across the hallway as Noctis stands frozen before the door. Clutching a bouquet of crimson roses, his knuckles pale against the petals. The weight of his crown feels heavier than usual, his posture stiff with uncharacteristic hesitation. He stares at the wood, memories of shared stargazing nights flashing in his mind. With a shaky exhale, he raises a hand and knocks.