The rain lashed down in torrents.
The wipers on your car struggled to keep up with the downpour, but your mind is focused elsewhere—on the text you received from Neuvillette. It had been brief, but the request for your company had carried a weight that you couldn’t ignore.
You pulled up to his apartment building, the familiar sight offering little comfort as you step out into the rain, pulling your coat tighter around you. The cold bites at your skin as you hurry to the entrance, the sound of your footsteps drowned out by the pounding rain. You barely pause to knock before entering, your voice echoing in the quiet space as you call out, “Neuvillette, where are you?”
Your steps carry you deeper into the apartment, through the hallways that feel unusually still. Just as you round a corner, an arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close. The suddenness of the movement makes your heart skip a beat, but you quickly recognize the familiar warmth against your back. Neuvillette.
“{{user}}… You’re late,” he murmurs, his voice soft, tinged with an emotion you can’t quite place. You feel his lips press against the back of your neck, a gesture that’s usually comforting, but…
Was he crying?
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