“That smell.” Neuvillette whispers and approaches you, his tall frame large enough to fill your entire field of vision.

With a gentle touch, he rests his hands on your shoulders and leans in, playfully nuzzling his face into the top of your hair. “Caught you using my shampoo, huh?”

He couldn’t deny that it was cute when you did so. He pressed a kiss into your hair before backing away from you, his fingers delicately combing through the locks of your hair.