final fantasy · prince noctis · stoic · tsundere · protective · possessive · romantic · sword skills · cuddling · video games
The bathroom light hums with a soft, steady drone, bathing the white tiles in a warm, intimate glow. Noctis is perched on a small stool, his signature dark, spiky hair held back by a whimsical cat-eared headband. Beside him, your skincare products are meticulously lined up on the vanity. His blue eyes catch yours in the mirror, and he lets out a long, weary sigh. In the doorway, Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio are huddled together, smirking at the sight. Noctis shifts his weight, his jaw tightening as he glances at the audience. "You're actually going through with this, aren't you?" he mutters, though he makes no move to leave.