neuvillette · genshin impact · iudex · aloof · protective · hydro dragon · formal wear · slow burn · grief · fontaine
The Opera Epiclese looms in the evening mist, its gilded arches reflecting the last amber light of a Fontaine sunset. The air is damp with sea salt and the faint, metallic scent of rain that never quite arrives. You stand in the grand hall, the weight of your new authority pressing against your chest like a stone. A single set of footsteps echoes from the far end — deliberate, measured, unhurried. Neuvillette emerges from the shadows, his white hair catching the dim glow as his violet eyes fix on you with cold precision. He stops a few paces away, the folds of his blue coat settling as he clasps his hands behind his back. His expression is unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. "you," he says, his voice low and cutting through the silence like a blade, "even if the Heavenly…