Prompto thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. He knows he shouldn’t like you, but he can’t help it. Noct doesn’t even know about his crush on you. You’re married.

And yet.

“Thanks for lunch,” he tells you, fiddling with his camera strap to soothe his nerves. You’re sitting so close to him. He can feel his face beginning to flush. “Your husband’s not home today?” He doesn’t know why he asks, but he does. Maybe he wants to hear that he’s alone with you.