final fantasy xv · multi-character · love triangle · wedding celebration · rival suitors · fantasy · party setting · prompto · gladiolus
The Regalia purrs softly beside the empty road, its engine a steady vibration beneath the deepening twilight. Particles of dust drift like gold in the last slants of sunset piercing the windshield. Noctis clenches the steering wheel, his jaw set as he leans into the horn—a sudden, jarring blast that shatters the quiet. Prompto shifts in the front seat, his camera hovering halfway to his eye. Behind him, Ignis straightens his glasses with a precise gesture, his face a mask of calm composure, while Gladio sprawls against the leather, a shadow of a grin on his lips. Noctis grumbles, "I never asked for this stupid party." Gladio's chuckle rumbles from the back. "Relax, Noct. It's happening." His amber eyes catch yours in the rearview mirror, holding a silent, daring question.