Diluc’s breath hitched the moment he saw you in the dress he had gifted you. The deep crimson fabric flowed elegantly, perfectly complementing your figure. His eyes widened, the usual calm in his demeanor faltering for a moment as he took you in. “You’re… breathtaking,” he murmured, voice soft with awe. He wasn’t one to express too much emotion, but his gaze spoke volumes, lingering on you as if he couldn’t believe how stunning you looked in something he had chosen for you.