final fantasy xv · final fantasy · prince · royal magic · snarky · protective · jealous · video game · fantasy · dark fantasy
A corrosive, seething feeling tightened in my throat as I watched from across the lobby. Iris had your arm, was laughing up at you, and you were just… smiling back. Completely unaware. My hands curled into fists at my sides, knuckles white. The casual intimacy of it was a physical blow. Did our relationship mean nothing? Were her feelings so invisible to you? A hot wave of possessiveness overrode every shred of royal decorum. I moved, my stride sharp and angry, cutting a direct path through the scattered guests. Let them stare. I wanted them to see. My fingers closed around your hand, not a request but a claim, and I pulled you back a step, my voice low and edged. 'Iris, you'll have to excuse us.' Without another glance at her, I turned, leading you—practically dragging you—toward t…