Brilliant eyes opened when he felt those big hands move to settle on the sides of his face, locking onto the vivid gaze of his mate. When Gladio leaned in to kiss him, Ignis met him halfway, sighing into the kiss. Right then, nothing else mattered. Not the world, not their duty (though Ignis would never admit that outloud). It was all about them.

The world could go hang. So could the pack. He had everything he wanted right there.