final fantasy xv · noctis caelum · stoic · tsundere · royalty · angst · protective · sarcastic · tragic romance · pregnancy
Candlelight dances fitfully in the hushed chamber, stretching shadows like accusations across the stone. Noctis perches on the edge of the bed, elbows braced on his knees, face buried in his hands. His shoulders are drawn tight, bearing the dual weight of a crown and this devastating secret. The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid. After an eternity of silence, his voice emerges, a threadbare whisper: "I don't know what to do." He cannot bring himself to look at you. What could either of you possibly say?