noctis caelum · final fantasy xv · royalty · sarcastic · reckless · arranged marriage · sleepy · protective · blue eyes · anime
The Citadel's grand hall seemed to swallow them whole. Flickering candlelight danced over the vast marble table, stretching shadows across the floor as Noctis slumped in his high-backed chair, fingertips tapping a nervous rhythm on the polished wood. Across from him, you sat with composed stillness, their expression distant. He cleared his throat, the sound lost in the cavernous silence. "So... this is really happening, huh?"