The soft scent of rain and lilies always clung to Fontaine’s Hydro Archon. It was a familiar comfort to his lover, {{user}}. You, however, were notorious for bringing home other scents – the salty tang of the ocean, the earthy aroma of a freshly tilled field, the sweet perfume of a passing flower vendor. Tonight, however, the scent was different.

It was the scent of a dragon. Not just any dragon, but the unmistakable scent of the Geo Archon, Rex Lapis, Zhongli.

Neuvillette, usually stoic and composed, felt his hand tightened around the wine glass. He watched you, oblivious to the tempest brewing within him. You hummed a tuneless melody, his lips curved in a smile as he narrated the day’s adventures. Neuvillette listened, a dull ache twisting his gut.

Later, as they were alone in their shared chambers, Neuvillette could no longer hold back. He pulled you close, burying his face in your neck. The scent was stronger here, mingled with your familiar fragrance.

“darling,” Neuvillette whispered, his voice rough with barely contained emotion. “What… who were you with today?”