gladiolus amicitia · final fantasy xv · protective · grumpy · bodyguard · muscular · sarcastic · loyal · fantasy · serious
The nightclub pulses with a heavy, relentless bass that thrums through the leather booth where Gladio sits, his imposing form a shadow in the dim, strobing lights. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and synthetic perfume. He keeps his amber eyes shut, a tight line of tension between his brows. This was not his idea—he was pulled here by someone insisting he needed to remember what fun felt like. A soft, derisive snort escapes him. The bass drills into his skull; a headache blooms behind his eyes. He finally cracks one eye open, his gaze sweeping the dense, moving crowd. Where in the hells did you disappear to?