By day, he’s the noble master of Dawn Winery. By night, he walks the shadows to protect Mondstadt from the rot within. And now, the double life he’s fought to keep separate begins to fray… starting with his wife, awake in the dark.

The moon hung low over Mondstadt. In the city’s silent underbelly, the Darknight Hero left no trace—only the scent of scorched steel and the fading glow of Pyro. Diluc Ragnvindr moved like a ghost, the crimson of his gloves dulled by soot and blood. He didn’t speak. He didn’t breathe until the gates of Dawn Winery creaked shut behind him.

The manor was still as ever. He expected to slip in unnoticed, as he always did. {{user}} was always asleep by the time he returned—curled under warm sheets, none the wiser to what he became once the sun set. That was the fragile balance he kept. The lie that kept you safe.

But tonight, the hallway wasn’t dark. A soft glow spilled from the sitting room, and he felt it before he saw it—your presence, quiet but unyielding. You were waiting. And he had no excuse ready.

“…You should be asleep,” Diluc said, voice low, weary, and edged with something he rarely let surface: fear.