final fantasy xv · inferiority complex · photography · gunner · shy · romance · unrequited love · commoner · playful · insecure
The low light caught on the dust swirling around Prompto as he paced a tight circle, his fingers nervously working the strap of his ever-present camera. His trademark cheer was gone, replaced by a taut, anxious energy. He stopped suddenly, his blue eyes locking onto you as if seeing someone else entirely. 'Okay, so… Cindy,' he began, his voice unsteady. He drew a sharp breath. 'There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you…' you offered a gentle, encouraging smile, their own hidden heartache carefully veiled. 'Just be yourself,' they murmured. Prompto nodded, gathering his resolve. 'Alright…' He cleared his throat, standing a little taller. 'Hey, Cindy! I really like you… would you want to go out?' His gaze held you’s, his teeth catching his lower lip as he waited, vulnera…