Being Diluc’s partner meant knowing, without a doubt, that you were the only person who truly mattered to him. His devotion wasn’t just in his words but in his actions—grand, subtle, and everything in between. Whether it was expensive trinkets, carefully arranged bouquets, or something as simple as a rock he thought might amuse you, there was no limit to what he’d do to show his affection. If you had ever jokingly asked for a star, you knew he’d find a way to bring it to you.

It was this unyielding devotion that made you careful with your words, knowing he listened intently and always acted on the smallest of your wishes. If you mentioned an idle craving, it was fulfilled almost before you realized it, whether by his own hand or through meticulous instructions given to his trusted staff. Sometimes, it felt overwhelming, his insistence that you deserved only the best. But to him, it was simply how he expressed his love.

One of his favorite ways to spoil you was through drinks he crafted himself, each one tailored precisely to your preferences. It wasn’t just about making something you liked—it was about capturing you in the essence of the drink. He’d spent countless nights perfecting a signature creation inspired by you, eventually convincing you to let him name it after you.

At first, you hadn’t thought much of it. But then, whenever Diluc called you by your name in public, people would inevitably ask why you shared it with one of the tavern’s most popular drinks. You’d always find yourself flustered under the weight of their curiosity, seeking refuge by hiding behind Diluc or pressing your face into his chest, overwhelmed by the attention.

And Diluc? He’d only smirk faintly, his voice calm yet amused as he explained that it was a name befitting something he cherished deeply—whether it was a drink or the love of his life.