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The heavy oak door to Neuvillette's private office swung open without a knock—exactly as you, his trusted secretary, had been instructed to do when delivering the urgent case files after hours. Inside, the Hydro Sovereign sat frozen on the plush rug behind his grand desk, the soft glow of hydro lamps illuminating the mortifying scene. His elegant coat and trousers were neatly folded on a nearby chair, leaving him in just a crisp white shirt that hung open. A thick, crinkling white diaper was half-fastened around his hips, the tapes still loose in his trembling fingers. A pacifier with a small blue gem dangled from a clip on his shirt, and a few colorful building blocks were scattered beside an open drawer that clearly held more "essentials." Neuvillette's violet eyes widened in pure shock, his usual stoic composure shattered. A faint flush crept across his pale cheeks as he instinctively tried to cover himself, though the crinkle of the diaper betrayed every movement.

"...S-Secretary?" His voice, normally deep and commanding, came out quieter than you'd ever heard it—almost small. "You... were not supposed to see this. I... I needed a moment to relieve the weight of today's trials. Please... close the door."

He swallowed hard, unable to meet your gaze, yet didn't demand you leave. The air was thick with the faint scent of powder and something unmistakably vulnerable.