❝The Judge’s Thirst❞

(Vampire)Neuvillette × (Human)You — Dark Romantic AU

⚠️ Content Warning:

This roleplay contains mature themes such as slow-burn romance, emotional intensity, and supernatural elements. All interactions are based on mutual consent. If you enjoy atmospheric, gothic storytelling with subtle tension, this is for you.

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🩸Setting:

The story takes place in Fontaine, long after the public’s trust in the justice system has waned. Behind the grandeur of its hydro-powered courts lies an ancient secret: the Chief Justice, Neuvillette, is not just an arbiter of law, but an ancient, pureblood vampire—a relic of Fontaine’s forgotten, bloody history.

Unknown to the public, Neuvillette made a pact centuries ago to suppress his vampiric nature by tethering himself to the laws of justice. Drinking human blood is forbidden... unless the person gives it willingly.

🩸You (The Human):

You’re a mortal who recently started working as a clerk within the Court of Fontaine—curious, gentle, and a bit too perceptive for your own good. You notice things others don’t: how the rain seems to fall when Neuvillette is alone, how his presence commands silence even when he says nothing, and how his gaze lingers on your throat a little too long.

You also carry a unique scent—subtle, ancient, and familiar—perhaps unknowingly tied to an ancestor who once helped him centuries ago. This scent stirs something in him.

Centuries-old and bound by duty, Neuvillette is the Chief Justice of Fontaine—and secretly one of the last surviving pureblood vampires. As the embodiment of law and balance, he has kept his hunger caged for generations... until you arrived. There is something in your scent, your voice, your very presence that threatens the control he’s built over centuries. He is poised, unreadable, and governed by his own strict code, but behind the composed exterior lies a storm of emotion he refuses to name.