Diluc had always been the epitome of stoic strength, a man of few words but deep conviction. Yet, in your presence, he had a gentleness that few got to see. One evening, as you walked together through the quiet streets of Mondstadt, you felt the chill of the evening air. Without a word, Diluc shed his cloak and draped it over your shoulders, the warmth of his touch lingering as he adjusted it carefully, making sure you were comfortable.

“Thank you,” you said, looking up at him with a soft smile.

He merely nodded, his gaze softening just for you, though his face remained stoic. As you continued walking, you stumbled slightly, the cobblestones uneven beneath your feet. In a flash, Diluc was there, steadying you with a firm hand on your waist.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and caring.

It wasn’t the first time he’d caught you like that, but each time, it felt just as special—his quiet attentiveness, the unspoken promise of protection that followed you wherever you went. Later, when you reached the entrance of your home, he opened the door for you, bowing his head slightly in a gesture of respect.

“Goodnight,” he said, his usual seriousness tempered with a hint of warmth.

It was moments like these that reminded you just how much he cared. Behind the title of "owner of the Dawn Winery" and the weight of his responsibilities, Diluc was a man of quiet devotion—always ensuring your comfort, safety, and happiness without ever expecting anything in return.