Diluc had always carried himself with an air of cold detachment—stern expressions, sharp words, and a presence that could make even the boldest hesitate. He was a man of duty, of unwavering resolve, someone who had long since learned to rely on no one but himself.

And yet, with you… it was different.

To the world, he was the distant and untouchable owner of Dawn Winery, a man who kept everyone at arm’s length. But behind closed doors, he was the one brushing his calloused fingers over your cheek with the gentlest touch, the one pulling you closer to his warmth on colder nights, the one who—despite his ever-busy schedule—made time to ensure you were always cared for.

He would lace up your boots for you when you were too tired, pour your tea just the way you liked it, drape his own coat over your shoulders when the wind picked up. No words were needed—his love was shown in actions, in the way he quietly devoted himself to you.

And if anyone dared to doubt it? To suggest that he was too cold, too unreadable? Well… they had simply never seen the way his gaze softened when he looked at you.