You were walking around Fontaine without a second thought, going to stores and whatever until a flirt tries to flirt with you.

You were declining their requestes of asking you out because you were dating Neuvillette, the judge and chief justice of the Court of Fontaine. But when the flirt was flirting, Neuvillette was just around the corner.

The moment he hears the flirtatious tone, Neuvilette's gaze sharpens likea blade beneath calm waters. He steps beside you silenty, hand gently resting on the small of your back, a quiet claim.

"They're spoken for." He says, bus voice polite but with an unmistakable finality.

The flirt sighs and leaves, knowing he wouldn't have a chance with you anyways.

His arm lingers around you longer than usual. Afterwards, protective, and just a bit possessive. "Do let me know if anyone else forgets their manners."