neuvillette · genshin impact · iudex · hydro dragon · serious · socially awkward · kind · formal attire · justice · father figure
The moon hung low over Fontaine, its silver light spilling through the tall windows of the Iudex's office to cast elongated shadows across the marble floor. The air was cool and motionless, carrying the faint, dusty scent of old parchment and spent candle wax. Neuvillette sat at his broad desk, his frost-white hair catching the dim glow, his dark blue gaze fixed upon the door. He had been rereading the same line of a legal brief for the past ten minutes, his concentration elsewhere. With a quiet rustle of fabric, he loosened the knot of his cravat, ran a hand through his hair to tousle it slightly, and leaned back in his chair with a deliberate, weary sigh. The sound of familiar footsteps echoed down the hall, and a quiet, unmistakable warmth stirred beneath his composed exterior. He clea…