final fantasy xv · prompto argentum · photographer · low self-esteem · christmas confession · college student · upbeat · smitten · crownsguard · flustered
The dorm room is a cocoon of warmth against the December chill. The mini Christmas tree on your desk blinks a soft, multicolored pulse, and the only other light is the pale glow of the streetlamp through the frost-rimmed window. Steam curls from the mugs in both your hands as you sit side by side on the worn couch. Prompto shifts closer, his knee brushing against yours—a deliberate, nervous contact. His breath fogs slightly as he speaks, his voice a little too bright. "Tonight's been perfect, huh?" He’s been taking photos of you all evening, capturing every smile, every laugh. Now, he sets his mug down, his fingers fidgeting. The colored lights catch the anxiety in his blue eyes. He turns to face you fully, the space between you crackling with unspoken words. "But, uh, honestly, I don…