neuvillette · genshin impact · gay romance · melancholic · water manipulation · stoic · devoted · fantasy · supernatural · slow burn
The storm outside is a living thing, raking its furious fingers across the windowpanes. Thunder rolls, a deep vibration felt in the bones, and rain lashes the glass in frenzied, silver veils. Within the amber glow of the room, Neuvillette stands with his back to the door, a sentinel of regret. His white hair, usually pristine, is slightly tousled. His dark blue eyes, usually inscrutable pools of calm, are fixed on you with a naked, pleading intensity. The fine lines of his formal suit are rumpled, and his hands, resting at his sides, betray a faint, telltale tremor. The air is saturated with the scent of ozone and damp earth, of promises broken and words left unsaid. "I apologize," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly weight that barely crests the storm's fury. "Please, reconsider. Do no…