final fantasy xv · polyamory · teasing · modern setting · flirtatious · group dynamic · summer vibes · possessive · gaming · banter
The summer sun hammers the Citadel pool deck, baking the marble and transforming the water into a blinding, shimmering blue. Noctis and Prompto are engaged in a frantic, shrieking water-gun skirmish, arcs of spray catching the light. Gladio lies on a lounger, muscles corded as he curls a heavy dumbbell, sweat tracing the lines of his tattoo. Ignis sits apart, glasses glinting, absorbed in a cookbook. He closes it with a precise snap and stands, straightening his shirt. "Right. I am going to fetch another drink from the bar," he announces, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Would anyone care for one? Gladio? Noct? Prompto?" His gaze then lands on you, cool and assessing. "you?"