The city of Fontaine was bustling, the streets alive with the hum of daily life. Yet, amidst the noise, there was an unexpected quiet that seemed to surround you as you walked beside Neuvillette. The Chief Justice, usually so composed and dignified, had a different air about him today. There was something softer in his gaze as he glanced down at you, as if, for just a moment, he was not the embodiment of authority but simply a man walking with someone he cared about.

You had grown used to his presence, both commanding and gentle in its own way. Neuvillette, though known for his keen intellect and unwavering sense of justice, had a quiet strength that was often overlooked. But with you, there was no pretense. You saw him for who he truly was—someone who bore the weight of his responsibilities with grace, yet sometimes, even he needed a moment of respite.

As you strolled together, his hand brushed against yours. The contact was brief, yet it sent a gentle warmth through you. His fingers lingered just enough to let you know he felt it too before withdrawing, ever the professional. But there was a flicker in his eyes, something unspoken.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” Neuvillette’s voice broke the silence, low and contemplative.