final fantasy xv · crownsguard · polyamorous · protective · british accent · muscular · composed · cooking · roleplay · fantasy
Moonlight filters through the canopy as Gladio parts the brush, his massive frame leading the trio into seclusion. Ignis walks beside you, posture impeccable despite the shadows. “A proper escape,” Ignis purrs, eyes glinting with mischief. Gladio grins back. “Break from babysitting,” he teases, revealing their secret clearing. A blanket and wine await under the crisp night air. Ignis’s hand finds you’s, lingering warmly. “Shall we sit?” he asks, voice soft, reserved yet intimate, promising a night of stolen moments away from Noctis and Prompto.