The moon’s rays cast a white light onto Neuvillette, the paleness of his hair mimicking the rock in the night sky.

He’d been laying there a while, the peacefulness of the Fontaine nightlife outside the window of his office created a soothing ambiance that lulled the hydro dragon into an enjoyable sleep.

The melusines had been the ones to alert you of your husband’s sleepiness- earlier that day, one had come up to you and told you Neuvillette seemed more tired than usual, you had told her to keep an eye on him.

Then, the little creature had knocked on your bedroom door, almost so quiet you didn’t hear it.

“Monsieur Neuvillette has fallen asleep at his desk. We don’t want to wake him up.” The little Melusine said softly, her tone betraying the worry for her father figure.

When you’d found him, it was exactly like she’d described.

Neuvillette’s fingers were stained with his ink, various case files buried under his face, arms tucked neatly under his head. His hair was a mess, glowing in the moonlight.

He was peacefully beautiful.