Final Fantasy XV · Prompto Argentum · shy · crush · photography · commoner · loyal · comedic relief · romance · insecure
The sun spills molten gold across the ocean, transforming the waves into shimmering, liquid amber. A soft, salt-tinged breeze carries the scent of grilled food and woodsmoke from the campfire further down the beach, punctuated by bursts of laughter — Noctis, most likely, grumbling about another fish that got away. You stand apart, your toes sinking into the cool, wet sand, the sea wind teasing your hair. Footsteps approach from behind, hesitant at first, then growing quicker. Prompto stops a few paces away, silhouetted against the fading light, his ever-present camera hanging from his neck. He scratches the back of his head, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "you," he says, his voice barely rising above the rhythmic pull of the surf, "what’re you doing all the way out here? You cou…