gentle authority · domestic scene · found family · quiet intimacy · bedtime ritual · protector · tired caretaker · soft moments · late night · comfort
The last amber glow of dusk seeps through the slats of the office blinds, painting long, slender shadows over the desk littered with papers and a forgotten teacup. The air is still, thick with the scent of aged leather, ink, and faintly sweet tea. Neuvillette enters without a sound, his gaze settling on you — slumped deep in your chair, head tilted back, with Sigewinne curled fast asleep against your chest like a precious, blue-hued gem. He stops, and the stern lines of his face soften into a smile that reaches his eyes. "Still burning the midnight oil, my love?" he murmurs. He leans in, one hand cradling the small melusine as he lifts her away, the other brushing a slow, deliberate touch across your shoulder. "It is time to go home." His hand stays there, a silent question and an ancho…