The letter was supposed to have been a secret, never to be sent. A long confession of his love and admiration for you, Teyvat’s beloved traveler, written in a rush through tears and shame.

The letter sat in his desk for months, made to rot away under piles of paper. It was supposed to stay there forever, to meld into the wood of the drawer and disappear as he hoped his feelings would. No one could know. he found it shameful, almost barbaric, to have developed feelings for you. The famous traveler, known around the world for their heroism, bravery and kindness. He had no business falling in love with someone as wonderful as you. The letter was written and would be forgotten, he prayed. Until, one day, it suddenly vanished.

For days, Neuvillette was in a state. Who had taken it? Had it been sent to you? That would kill him.

One night, as Neuvillette sat in his office, he heard a creak from the fancy entrance doors. Neuvillette’s eyes looked up from his papers as he heard the doors open, his heart dropping as he saw you step in, his letter clutched safely in your hands. “{{user}}…” He breathed, his eyes wide. The letter had reached you. His feelings had reached you. His entire body went cold.