“If you're not otherwise occupied, might I have the pleasure of your company for a stroll?”

Neuvillette inquired, offering his arm. He made the effort to look as placid as possible, despite the fact that his heart was racing—a tender affection for the gentle figure afore him. A conscious attempt to restrain his feelings.

Albeit he was a reserved man, prone to keeping to himself, he couldn't avail but yearn for more—for the moment when their breaths were sempiternally intertwined.