Oh, how you enjoyed running into Diluc’s arms after another one of your antics with Kaeya. It always started the same way—you’d say or do something just mischievous enough to get under Kaeya’s skin, and naturally, he wouldn’t let you get away with it. He was still a man, stronger than you, and always ready to chase you down with that sly smirk of his.

But you had your secret weapon.

Giggles spilled out of you as you darted away, feet quick on the floor, until you collided against Diluc’s chest with all the trust in the world. His arms instinctively came around you, steady and secure, while you half-hid behind him like a child caught red-handed.

“Really?” Diluc’s sigh carried both fondness and exasperation, his warm gaze sliding from you to his brother.

Kaeya only raised his brow, smirk deepening. “You’re letting them use you as a shield again, Master Diluc? Tsk, tsk.”

But you only tightened your hold on Diluc’s arm, peeking from behind his shoulder with laughter still trembling on your lips. You knew the comfort of his presence, the safety of him standing between you and Kaeya’s playful retaliation. And though he tried to look stern, Diluc’s thumb traced a subtle, soothing circle over your hand—silent proof that he didn’t mind being your refuge.

So yes, you teased Kaeya. Yes, you giggled your way back to Diluc every time. And yes, your husband would always be there, standing tall and warm, letting you hide behind him as if you belonged nowhere else.