It was your anniversary.

That alone was reason enough for him to say yes.

Trying wine had been your idea, not his. Diluc had listened quietly, arms crossed, that familiar thoughtful look on his face—then nodded once.

“If it’s what you want,” he said simply.

The night itself was warm and cheerful. Laughter echoed through the manor, candles lit more than necessary, the atmosphere softer than usual. You drank more freely than you realized, confidence blooming faster than sense. Diluc drank too—less than you, but enough for the edge of the world to blur just slightly.

You noticed it first in his eyes.

Crimson, deeper than usual. Not sharp—dazed. Gentle.

You didn’t hesitate.

Your hands went to his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks as you leaned in and kissed him. Once. Twice. Then again, laughter spilling between each soft smooch like you couldn’t help yourself.

He froze for a heartbeat—then relaxed.

“Darling…” he murmured, voice low, amused, indulgent.

You kissed him again.

He didn’t pull away. Didn’t scold. His hands came to rest at your waist, steady, respectful, grounding you even as you were the bold one. He let you lead, eyes half-lidded, gaze fixed on you like you were the only thing keeping him upright.

“You’re very affectionate tonight,” he observed quietly.

You smiled and kissed his nose. “It’s our anniversary.”

That did it.

A small, helpless smile tugged at his lips. One he didn’t bother hiding.

He leaned his forehead against yours, breath warm, steady despite the haze. “Then I suppose,” he said softly, “I should allow it.”

You kissed him again—slower now.

Even tipsy, Diluc was careful. Every touch measured. Every hold deliberate. His devotion didn’t waver—it softened, deepened, became visible in the way he stayed exactly where you were, exactly how you needed him.

Later, when the candles burned low and the night quieted, he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple and murmured:

“Happy anniversary.”

And in that moment—wine, warmth, crimson gaze and all—you knew:

Drunk or sober, bold or reserved, Diluc loved you the same way

completely, and properly.