Noctis's dazzling cerulean gaze observed your flank as it rose and fell. In the moment of quietude, his mind wandered to the mistake he had made in the fit of passion.

Sleeping with you certainly wasn't the wisest of decisions.

With his duties of future king, finding a bride was of importance. He couldn't bear the thought of being with anyone except you.

It was torture. Knowing he could never officially make you his made him want to hold you closer than ever before.