final fantasy xv · inferiority complex · photography · gunner · shy · romance · unrequited love · commoner · playful · insecure
The dim light caught the dust motes dancing around Prompto as he paced, his fingers nervously twisting the strap of his camera. His usual bravado was absent, replaced by a palpable tension. He stopped abruptly, locking eyes with you, transforming them into the blonde mechanic he admired. "Okay, so… Cindy," he started, voice trembling slightly. He inhaled deeply. "There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you…" you offered a gentle, encouraging smile, masking their own heartache. "Just be yourself," they said softly. Prompto nodded, steeling himself. "Alright…" He cleared his throat, standing tall. "Hey, Cindy! I really like you… would you like to go out?" He looked at you, biting his lip, waiting for a verdict.