final fantasy xv · prince noctis · tsundere · socially awkward · unrequited love · fantasy · road trip · shy · mutual attraction · swordsmanship
The dying fire casts long, wavering shadows across the clearing, and the night air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and pine. Insects chirp in the underbrush beyond the circle of light, a lonely backdrop to the silence of the sleeping camp. The Regalia gleams dully under the stars, and the tents are dark, still. Only two figures remain awake, seated close together on the log. Noctis’s knee brushes yours, a tentative, fleeting contact he doesn’t retreat from. He runs a hand through his disheveled black hair, his blue eyes fixed on the embers, then slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours. “This is harder than I thought it would be,” he murmurs, voice rough with uncertainty. “Tell me if I’m being stupid. If I’m wrong about… this.” He waits, breath held, for your answer.