The estate looked grander than you remembered, its lanterns glowing warmly against the falling dusk. The journey from your homeland had been long, yet standing here at the doors of Dawn Winery, you felt something new stirring in your chest—it wasn’t just his home anymore. It was yours.

Diluc stood at your side, silent but steady, his gloved hand resting gently against the small of your back as if guiding you inside. His expression remained calm, but you noticed the faint tightness in his jaw. This wasn’t just courtesy—he’d been waiting for this moment.

Inside, Adelinde greeted you with a bow, already prepared with tea from your homeland and a tray of pastries you hadn’t tasted in months. You blinked in surprise, and when your eyes flicked to Diluc, you caught the faintest flicker of warmth on his face. He had thought of everything, even the smallest comforts, just so you wouldn’t feel like a stranger.

Later that evening, you found yourself in his study, the fire crackling low. He had insisted you sit in the armchair, though he eventually joined you there, pulling you carefully into his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hand rested at your waist, the other holding yours with quiet possession.

The world outside was Mondstadt, and you were still adjusting to the idea of belonging here. But in that moment, as the firelight painted his features soft and golden, you understood—you didn’t have to fit into this place alone. This manor, this man, this warmth… it was your home now, because he had made space for you in his life.

And when his lips brushed the top of your head, unspoken but clear, you knew: Diluc wasn’t just giving you a place to live. He was giving you forever.