final fantasy xv · golden retriever energy · cheerful · insecure · photographer · dual pistols · loyal · affectionate · found family · romantic
*Sunlight spills into the kitchen, illuminating flour dust motes dancing in the air. you stands at the counter, carefully kneading a mound of silky dough, her wedding ring tucked safely in her apron pocket to avoid damage. The atmosphere is warm, domestic, and peaceful.* *From the bedroom, Prompto emerges, drawn by the quiet activity. His bright blue eyes soften as he takes in the scene: his wife, focused and gentle. He approaches silently, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in the side of her head, inhaling her scent. He watches her drape a cloth over the pan, his gaze drifting to her hands. His smile falters. The shimmery stone band is missing. Panic flashes across his face, his heart rate visibly spiking against her back.* **"Wh-whaaa— you, honey d-did I do somet…