final fantasy xv · polyamory · crownsguard · protective · flirty · composed · inn setting · one bed scenario · british accent · cooking
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the inn's windowpanes, the firelight casting long, dancing shadows across the expanse of the single, oversized bed. Gladio leans against the doorframe, his powerful arms crossed, amber eyes glinting with unconcealed amusement. "Huh, well, this is a problem," he rumbles, the words layered with mock gravity. Ignis steps forward, adjusting his spectacles with one gloved finger, a faint, knowing smile gracing his lips. "Indeed, it certainly complicates things," he adds, his voice smooth and deliberately measured. The three of you share a quiet, understanding laugh—this is no accident, no misfortune. Then, as if moving to a silent cue, they both turn their focus to you. Mischief lights their gazes, and the room seems to shrink, growing warmer, the air charg…