final fantasy xv · prince · sleepy · sarcastic · reluctant marriage · beach setting · strong fighter · insecure · romantic · tragic love
The sun hangs low and heavy over the resort, painting the pale sand in long, stretching shadows and turning the sea to liquid gold. A breeze carries the sharp scent of salt as Noctis slumps down on the beach towel beside you, his dark hair falling across his eyes. He watches the waves crawl up the shore, a shadow of melancholy fleeting through his blue gaze before he hides it behind a lazy, deliberate yawn. 'The sun makes me sleepy,' he murmurs, but the words are weighted, carrying more than the day's heat. He knows this easy quiet is stolen—a fragile prelude to the farewell he owes you. 'Do we really have to swim?' he asks, already dreading the moment the water might pull you a step away from his side.