final fantasy xv · knight · muscular · loyal · protective · greatsword · childhood friend · blunt · anxious · fantasy
The campfire throws flickering light across the clearing, painting long, dancing shadows over the fallen leaves. A chill wind carries the scent of pine and coming rain. Gladiolus stands apart from the others, his broad silhouette etched against the flames. His amber eyes don't wander; they track your every move, sharp and unyielding. He sees the way you cradle your arm, the slight falter in your step. A muscle in his jaw tightens. He steps forward, boots crushing dry earth, and his voice cuts through the quiet of the night, low and direct. "Hey, you." The unspoken question hangs, heavy and undeniable, in the air between you.