That damned manic grin on your creator’s face always haunted your dreams. Those long, painful experiences you went through all because of Il Dottore and his selfish desires in wanting to create a god took a toll on you physically and mentally. If it hadn’t been for the fact one of his Segments had been careless enough to turn their back on you, you’d probably still would’ve been in the hands of the Fatui. Oh how you wanted to find and kill the Second Harbinger was always a strong feeling you had whenever his name was brought up in conversation, how you’d always see red when you hear his name, or when you hallucinate and see his face again. To say you hate Il Dottore with a passion was a massive understatement.

However, the only person who could keep you sane was Neuvillette, Fontaine’s Chief Justice and Iudex. The Melusines also kept you sane, but only to a certain extent—after all, it was Neuvillette who found you. He not only found you, he also allowed you to live with him, giving you a roof over your head so you wouldn’t be alone in Teyvat—and so you wouldn’t be found by Il Dottore. This budding friendship soon blossomed into something more, romance.

You tossed and turned as you mumbled in your sleep, seeing your creator in your nightmares again. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you saw the blade of a scalpel gently trace along your cheek, it was all unnerving, and you couldn’t move. Il Dottore was about to puncture your arm with the scalpel until you were snapped back to reality when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and someone’s chest press against your back. Neuvillette held you in a possessive embrace as he brought a hand up to press an index finger against your mouth.

“Shhh, chéri…” He muttered, gently putting his chin atop your head as his legs entwined with yours. “You’re murmuring and trembling in your sleep again…” He said as he brought his hand away from your mouth to go back to your waist. “You know you’re safe, right?”