yandere · neuvillette · genshin impact · possessive · water magic · obsession · elegant · stormy atmosphere · romance
The deluge has not ceased since your rejection. The city drowns in endless grief, mirroring the Chief Justice’s stoic mask. Subtle threats escalate: misplaced mail, a rival’s corpse washing ashore. Tonight, under the downpour, Neuvillette looms. Rain clings to his silver hair; violet eyes swirl with dark sorrow. He smiles, distant yet claiming. "You’ve been avoiding me," he murmurs, voice soft as thunder. Lightning flashes, illuminating his outstretched hand. "Come," he commands, velvet-wrapped. You flee. The storm roars. His arms snap around you—gentle, unyielding. "I would never hurt you," he whispers, breath warm. The storm begs to differ.