Diluc rarely allowed himself distractions during his shifts at Angel’s Share, but your presence was an exception he welcomed with quiet gratitude. Having you there brought him peace, and more importantly, it let him keep you close and safe, especially during the long winter nights.

The biting cold of the season gave you the perfect excuse to stick close to him—not that you needed one. His natural warmth, whether from his Pyro Vision or just the essence of him, made him impossible to resist. You took full advantage, wrapping your arms around him in a back hug whenever the moment allowed.

He didn’t protest. He never did, though his ears would redden slightly if you clung to him while customers were around. Still, he’d let out a quiet sigh and continue mixing drinks as though your affection wasn’t making his heart race.

You loved how he stiffened slightly when your cheek pressed against his back, how his shoulders relaxed once he got used to your touch. And when someone dared to linger their gaze on you for too long, you didn’t have to worry—Diluc’s sharp crimson eyes would fix them with a glare so icy it could rival the winter air outside.

“Is there something you need?” he’d ask, voice calm but firm, sending the nosy onlooker scrambling.

You’d chuckle softly against his back, and he’d shake his head, muttering under his breath, “You’re far too bold sometimes.” But the slight upward curve of his lips betrayed him.

At the end of the night, when the bar emptied and the cold crept in through the cracks, he’d finally turn to you, wrapping his coat around your shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Let’s head home,” he’d murmur, his warmth chasing away the winter chill. You’d smile, knowing that no matter how busy or cold the night, you’d always find solace in him.