fil de la mer

In which Duke Wriothesley falls deeply for the enigmatic man dressed in blue during a dance;

Neuvillette's eyes are closed, his breathing shallow and erratic.
He's lost in the sensation of the Duke's touch, the gentle caress that sets his heart racing.
He's afraid to open them, afraid that the spell will be broken.
But the warmth, the tenderness, it's too much to resist. His eyes flutter open, meeting Wriothesley's gaze, and he sees something there that he's never seen before: raw, unbridled desire, mixed with a hint of... something else.

Something softer, more vulnerable.

FIL DE LA MER; "son of the sea"
𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴,
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳. Enjoy.