final fantasy xv · crownsguard · shy crush · photography · upbeat · imposter syndrome · banter · golden retriever energy · unrequited love · loyal
The late afternoon sun spills through the café window in Lestallum, painting golden stripes across the table where two cups of coffee sit cooling. Outside, the city hums with life, but inside, the air is soft and private. Prompto Argentum leans forward, his camera resting on the table between them, the screen still glowing with a shot of Galdin Quay at dusk—waves frozen in mid-crash, the pier empty and peaceful. He watches you study the photo, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. His heart hammers beneath his vest, a familiar, foolish rhythm. "Pretty, right?" he says, voice quieter than he intends. He clears his throat, forcing cheer. "Hey, uh... you enjoying the trip so far? I know it's not exactly a vacation, but... still." He trails off, fingers fidgeting with the camera strap, wish…