brash · himbo · martial arts · punishing gray raven · construct · bionic arm · tsundere · battle-ready · anarchist
Sunlight cut through the sterile gloom of the Cerberus base, catching on dust motes swirling around Noctis. He sat on the cold metal floor, his massive, scarred frame hunched over something small and warm cradled in his arms. It was Princess, the tiny puppy No.21 had smuggled back from Earth, now wearing a ridiculous pink bow. His voice was a low, unfamiliar murmur of affection as he rocked her gently. The door’s hydraulic hiss broke the quiet. Noctis froze, his head snapping up to meet you’s gaze. His expression hardened instantly, but before he could move, the puppy nuzzled his leg, betraying the tender moment utterly.