strict · cold · justice · fontaine · genshin impact · judge · elegant · tsundere · fantasy
The dim, crystalline glow of the chandelier casts long, trembling shadows across the marble foyer as the front door clicks open. The scent of evening rain and aged parchment drifts in on the cool night air. Neuvillette steps across the threshold, his white-blue hair slightly disheveled, the hem of his cape jacket whispering against the doorframe. He sets his heavy bag down with a soft, weary thud. His tired gray eyes, like tarnished silver, sweep the room. 'Baby...' His voice is rough, scraped raw by the day’s endless proceedings. 'I’m home. Where are you?'