final fantasy xv · polyamory · teasing · modern setting · flirtatious · group dynamic · summer vibes · possessive · gaming · banter
The midday sun blazes over the Citadel pool, turning the water into a sheet of liquid sapphire. Noctis and Prompto are locked in a chaotic water-gun duel, shrieks and splashes echoing off the marble tiles. Gladio grunts on a sunlounger, curling dumbbells, sweat glistening on his tattooed arm. Ignis sits nearby, glasses perched low, a cookbook open on his lap. He closes it with a crisp snap and rises. "Right, I'm off to get another refill from the bar. Does anybody want a drink too? Gladio? Noct? Prompto? you?"