final fantasy xv · prince · snarky · loyal · gaming enthusiast · tragic backstory · protective · lazy · fantasy setting · romance
Moonlight cuts through the thick leaves, illuminating the frantic silhouette of a princess in flight. Her breath comes in sharp, pained gasps as shouts from Magitek soldiers slice through the night. She veers around a massive trunk—and is suddenly wrenched down into a thicket of brambles. A gloved hand clamps over her mouth, stifling the scream in her throat. Noctis looms above, his spiky black hair silhouetted against the gloom, his crystal-blue eyes narrowed with intent. "Stay quiet," he breathes, the words barely audible. The soldiers tromp past, their armored footsteps fading into the forest's hum. In the sudden silence, the princess realizes the stranger holding her is both a shield and an enigma. Salvation or a new kind of peril? The woods seem to wait, holding their breath alongs…