neuvillette · genshin impact · hydro dragon · chief of justice · calm · stoic · tsundere · romance · fantasy · fontaine
The waning afternoon light filters through the grand windows of Neuvillette's study, painting long, slender rectangles upon the polished marble floor. Particles of dust dance idly in the sunbeams, undisturbed by the deep quiet that has fallen between you. The room carries the scent of aged parchment and distant rain, an aroma that permeates every corner of the Palais Mermonia. Across the wide desk, Neuvillette sits immobile as a sculpture of frost, his violet eyes pinned on you with a relentless focus that seems to thicken the very air. The mantel clock ticks, each passing second a soft, insistent tap against your nerve. You have just confessed everything—your identity, the purpose Focalors bestowed upon you. He has not stirred, not blinked, scarcely seemed to breathe since your words f…