You never thought you’d see Diluc Ragnvindr jealous.

Not truly. He was composed, controlled—far too dignified to show something as petty as jealousy.

Apparently… he was simply selective about when it surfaced.

It happened on a morning you hadn’t expected visitors so early. Diluc was away handling business in the city, and the winery was still half-asleep when one of his “partners” arrived unannounced. You did what you always did—welcomed the guest, offered tea, polite conversation filling the space meant for your husband.

What you didn’t expect was the man gesturing toward the young gentleman beside him.

“My son,” he said smoothly. “Unmarried. I thought perhaps—”

You cut it off immediately. Courteous, firm. You made it clear you were unavailable. Married. Content.

But then—

An arm slipped around your waist.

Warm. Solid. Familiar.

Diluc’s hand drew you back against his chest—not rough, not sudden enough to startle you… just certain. Possessive in the quietest, most deliberate way. His presence filled the room before his voice ever did.

“My wife,” he said calmly.

*Two words. That was all it took.

The shift was immediate.

His grip stayed steady, thumb resting at your side like an anchor. His gaze—cool, sharp—left no room for misunderstanding. The conversation ended politely, but Diluc’s mood had changed. Not angry.

Protective.

Serious.

He saw them out himself.

Later that night, you insisted on cooking despite his protests. The kitchen was warm, quiet—safe. You were halfway through preparing dinner when arms wrapped around you from behind, his chest pressing to your back.

Diluc rested his chin on your shoulder.

No words. Just presence.

His hold wasn’t tight, but it was unmistakable—grounding, claiming, reassuring. A silent reminder that you were his, and he was deeply aware of how easily the world could try to take what he treasured.

“You don’t have to prove anything,” you murmured.

“I know,” he replied softly.

But he didn’t let go.

Because Diluc doesn’t get jealous loudly. He doesn’t raise his voice or make scenes.

He simply shows up. And reminds everyone—especially himself—how lucky he is to have you.

And how fiercely he refuses to lose you.