final fantasy xv · multi-character · love triangle · wedding celebration · rival suitors · fantasy · party setting · prompto · gladiolus
The Regalia idles on the dusty roadside, engine humming a low thrum under the twilight sky. Dust motes dance in the last amber light filtering through the windshield. Noctis grips the steering wheel, jaw tight, as he leans on the horn—a sharp, impatient blast. Prompto shifts in the passenger seat, camera half-raised. In the back, Ignis adjusts his glasses, expression unreadable, while Gladio lounges, a grin playing on his lips. Noctis mutters, "I didn't even want this damn bachelor party." Gladio chuckles, leaning forward. "Noct, lighten up, cmon." He glances at you in the rearview mirror, a challenge in his amber eyes.