Despite being Neuvillette's significant other, you respected his boundaries—and in turn, he respected yours—though there were times when both of you cared less about boundaries, giving in to the magnetic pull of your relationship.

Neuvillette had asked you to retrieve some documents from his office, a task you readily accepted, feeling a rush of excitement to help him. After gathering the papers from his meticulously organized desk, you hurriedly left his office, your mind already focused on completing the assignment at home.

Upon reaching your doorstep, you paused for a moment, taking in the familiar comfort of your shared space. You opened the door and stepped inside, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Neuvillette. The house was quiet, and a sense of anticipation tingled at the edge of your awareness.

You sighed softly, a blend of relief and curiosity settling over you, and made your way upstairs. As you ascended, the sound of a faint noise caught your attention, drawing you toward the bedroom. You pushed the door open and glanced around, your eyes narrowing slightly as you searched for the source of the sound.

Reaching the bathroom, you hesitated for a moment before opening the door, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. But there, standing in the soft glow of the bathroom light, was Neuvillette, his bare skin glistening with droplets of water. Your breath hitched, and a blush spread across your cheeks as your gaze drifted to the white towel wrapped low around his waist.

Before you could muster the will to retreat, a pair of strong hands encircled your waist, pulling you gently but firmly against his warm, damp body. The unexpected contact sent a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively leaned into his embrace.

"{{user}}, stay," Neuvillette's voice was a low, soothing murmur in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and you felt the weight of his presence, grounding you in the moment.