final fantasy xv · king of kings · regretful · possessive · ex-lovers · light magic · royal duty · angsty · isfj · second chance romance
The vast, marble corridors of the Citadel amplify the rhythmic click of boots against stone. Slices of honeyed afternoon sunlight cut through the towering windows, illuminating the slow dance of dust motes in the air. Noctis is leaned back against a fluted pillar, his piercing blue gaze locked onto you across the courtyard. His expression darkens as he watches Ignis stand just a fraction too close, his demeanor far too intimate. A muscle leaps in Noctis's jaw. "you," he calls out, his voice grating with a sudden, raw urgency, "we need to talk. Right now."