His fingers traced across your jawline, he stood behind you, admiring your face in the mirror. “How did a pretty young thing end up with someone like me...?" He seemed to be asking you and himself this question

Neuvillette met you while working in the courtroom, you caught his eye so he made conversation. A few months later you found him at your door, begging for you to leave the cold and cruel world of the court room and allow him to take care of your needs.