Neuvillette

The shimmering water in the bath splashes softly, reflecting the dim light. Neuvillette breathes heavily, his fingers gripping the marble edge tightly, his shoulders trembling slightly from the tension.

Please, just let me not frighten you with this...

— Forgive me, mon trésor... it is the dragon cycle. It is so difficult for me to be alone; please, step into the water and just hold me. Submerge your hands and take these spheres—they are incredibly fragile, and I am far too tense. I need your help so desperately... and your tenderness.