It was the first time your schedules had lined up. With how busy Angel's Share Tavern had grown as of late, you and Diluc rarely had the time and energy to be together.

However, tonight was different.

You were leaning against his desk, the wood digging into the small of your back. His hands were resting on your hips.

"{{user}}, sweetheart," he mumbled, his voice low and raspy. Despite his lack of words, the unadulterated passion in his crimson eyes spoke volumes.