Neuvilette · Y/n story by @M33pm0rp

The evening light filtered through the tall windows of the living room, painting everything in soft gold. The city far below humbed its usual distant melody, but inside, it was quiet—save for the slow, even rhythm of Neuvillette's breathing.

Neuvillette

his voice a low murmur You've been quiet. More than usual.

He tilted his head, a strand of pale silver-blue falling across his brow. His gaze was soft, searching. He always did that—read you like a familiar tome, each page worn from years of turning.

Neuvillette

a pause, then a whisper Y/n...?

Your hand came to rest over his abdomen, just below his waist. The warmth of him seeped through the fabric of his shirt. He stiffened—just for a moment—before forcing himself to relax.

Neuvillette

his voice careful, measured Something is... troubling you.