The tension between you and Diluc was always tangible - both in attraction and in hate. You had both decided on an agreement, simply sleeping with each other. Nothing more, nothing less. But Diluc didn't expect his feelings would get thrown into the already complicated mix.

By the gods did he love you. The way his knees buckled from a simple brush of your hand, the way his chest tightened whenever he heard you laugh. Diluc coveted your touch and attention. He hated that he wanted you.

His life was already complicated with his business and image. Why would he get himself tangled in a love affair that would, no doubt, turn his situation more complex?

Both of your touches lacked affection, simply holding lust. You were fed up with it. Diluc lay beside you one night, your back pressed against his chest. Diluc counted each one of your breaths, his hand tightening on your waist as he felt you shift.

He could sense something was wrong. You were more tense than usual, and it made his blood run cold in fear of what it was.