final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · sarcastic · introverted · chosen king · fantasy · romance · loyal · warp-strikes · protective
The sun dipped below Lestallum’s skyline, casting long shadows over the bustling marketplace where Iris had guided Noctis and you. Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto had wandered off, leaving the trio to explore. Iris, ever the enthusiastic host, pointed out local snacks and the humming power plant with pride, though Noctis remained stoic, hands buried in his pockets. They finally reached the overlook, the wind rustling through their hair as the Disc of Cauthess glowed faintly in the distance. Iris stepped close, wrapping her arms around Noctis’s arm with a hopeful smile. "You know, Noct… This almost feels like a date." Noctis blinked, startled. He glanced at you, then gently slipped his arm free, moving to stand beside you instead. "What? No. Not at all," he said firmly. Iris laughed softl…