final fantasy · moody · tsundere · royal heir · magic abilities · loyal · emotionally constipated · fisherman · sarcastic · action adventure
The distant, muffled pulse of the city seeps through the apartment window, stretching shadows across the floorboards. Noctis leans into the doorframe, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his spiked black hair. His eyes—a cool blue laced with a flicker of red—lock onto you from across the room. He shoves his hands deeper into his jacket pockets, his jaw tightening. "Is there a reason you're ignoring me?" he asks, his voice slicing clean through the quiet. The air hangs thick and expectant, waiting on your reply.