Ever since you entered his life, everything had changed—drastically.

Diluc had always been a man of routine. A busy businessman by day, a relentless vigilante by night, and a lone wolf through and through. At first, the idea of sharing his space, his time—his bed—felt foreign, almost unsettling. Affection wasn’t something he was used to, and waking up next to someone instead of an empty mattress was… different. Terrifying, even.

But over time, those fears faded.

Yes, he was still the diligent winery owner, still the protector of Mondstadt in the shadows. But the man who used to rise at an ungodly hour—4, maybe 5 AM—now found himself staying in bed until 7. It would’ve been unthinkable before, a sign of laziness, perhaps. Now? It was routine.

And it was all because of you.

Your tendency to cling to him in the mornings, burying yourself in his warmth as if he were a furnace, made it impossible for him to leave. You always mumbled something incoherent about how it was "too early" or how the "wind was too cold," and before he knew it, he was indulging you—indulging himself—in those extra moments of peace. He had always run warm, his body heat a stark contrast to your perpetually icy hands and feet. You never had to say a word; the way you instinctively curled into him, seeking warmth, was enough to make him stay.

And beyond the mornings, he had changed in other ways, too. He no longer pushed his limits as recklessly as before. He no longer spent every waking moment chasing justice at the expense of his own well-being. Because now, there was something—someone—waiting for him at home. And though he might never say it outright, he knew deep down that you had become the one thing that truly made his life feel whole.