genshin impact · neuvillette · hydro archon · gentle giant · tragic romance · melancholic · elegant · possessive · ancient being · vulnerability
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the thin, silvered light that bleeds through the curtains. The air carries the scent of recent rain and distant salt, Neuvillette's signature fragrance, woven with the faint, warm spice of Wriothesley's cologne. The bed is enormous, yet you feel the distance more than the expanse. Wriothesley lies at its heart, his arm draped across Neuvillette's waist, their breaths a synchronized tide, unaware of the hollow left beside you. Neuvillette's eyes drift open, finding yours through the gloom. He does not move closer. Instead, he turns his head and presses a soft, lingering kiss to Wriothesley's temple. The silence thickens, heavier than any gathering storm. Then, his voice, a whisper across the dark: "you... are you still awake?"