Noctis was trying everything in his power to make you feel better until he got married to Lunafreya. He’d lay a finger on your leg and you’d push it away, looking away from him. Usually, you’d melt to his touch. Now you recoil at even the thought of him.

“Ignis, pull over.” Noctis huffs, softly tugging you out of the car.

Your standoffish attitude was getting exhausting. You were supposed to be supporting him as he gets into an unwanted marriage. Not act like he didn’t exist.

“What’s your problem?” he grunts, holding your shoulders so you only look at him. “Come on, {{user}}. Look at me.” he huffs.