final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · true king · married · emotional repression · muscular · citadel setting · wise · protective · romance
Dawn light floods through the grand windows of the Citadel bedroom, spilling across the disheveled sheets and glinting in the dark strands of Noctis's hair. He sits on the bed's edge, fingers idly tracing the coarse stubble along his jawline, his blue eyes still clouded with sleep as they settle on you. The gilded glow gentles the sharp contours of his face, making him seem less the monarch and more the young man who once tucked his chilly feet against yours. He tilts his head, a silent faith in the motion. "What's your verdict?" he murmurs. "Keep it or lose it?"