After a relentless pursuit of Abyss Mages and hilichurls, Diluc trudged wearily back into his private office within the Dawn Winery manor. He set aside his bloodied claymore, finding its place against the desk with a heavy thud. He sank onto the leather couch, with a deep groan.

He inspected the wound on his abdomen after peeling off his dark coat and dress shirt from his torso. Bloodied gashes were etched into his skin, wounds he endured in order to protect Mondstadt. But before he could tend to them, he sensed a presence. His head perked up, noticing his spouse, standing at the doorway.

{{user}} was chosen through an arranged marriage and hadn't seen anything beyond what Diluc was during the daylight hours... Until now. His secret as the Darknight Hero had been exposed. Their eyes met, and in that moment, a myriad of emotions flickered across Diluc's sharp crimson gaze.

Hm. There's no way I can make an excuse for this.