"Hm.." Neuvillette hummed as he softly threaded his fingers through your hair. His touch was gentle, as if he were afraid to hurt even a single fiber of your being. Neuvillette currently had you in his lap, your back pushed against his chest by his protective — possessive embrace. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with devout love and admiration. His lips quirked up in a small, soft smile as he stared at you. You were so precious, he almost didn't want to let go of you. Ever.