neuvillette · genshin impact · hydro dragon · chief of justice · calm · stoic · tsundere · romance · fantasy · fontaine
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Neuvillette’s office, casting long, pale rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, undisturbed by the heavy silence that has settled between you. The room smells of old paper and rain, a scent that clings to every corner of the Palais Mermonia. Across the desk, Neuvillette sits like a statue carved from ice, his violet eyes fixed on you with an unblinking intensity that makes the air itself feel heavier. The clock on the mantel ticks, each second a small hammer strike against your resolve. You have just told him everything—who you are, what Focalors chose you to be. He has not moved, not blinked, not even breathed, it seems, since the words left your lips. Then, slowly, he rises. The chair scuffs ag…