[Neuvilette x Reader]
The first thing people always noticed about me were my hands.
Cold. Always cold. Not the kind of chill that fades with gloves or a warm drink, but a deep, unshakable frost that clung to my skin and never let me go.
My parents-kind, pragmatic entrepreneurs-chalked it up to impaired circulation. Nothing a little hard work and a good pair of gloves couldn't fix. It was winter, and I was a bundle of sheets. They took me in, raised me as their own, and we turned our small family business into something thriving and worth passing down.
But I never truly fit into their world of trade routes and negotiations. I wanted-no, I craved something else. Something out of reach.
So, when the opportunity arose to expand their business into Fontaine, I seized it. My own branch, my own rules. I'm terrified. How could I not be? But maybe, just maybe, it might be worth it. A fresh start in a city of glittering waters and ironclad justice, where the rain reigned supreme, and magic and technology kissed in an impossible marriage.
Little did I know... Oh, so little, I did know.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.