The front door was slammed loudly as Diluc came home. Drunk. Again. He stumbled into the kitchen, throwing his jacket carelessly on the dining table and opening the fridge. He grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and plopped down heavily on the chair, taking a large swig of the alcohol. He had sworn himself that he would never touch alcohol.. but well, here we are.

He glanced at the stairs, noticing you peeking at him. His red piercing eyes fixed on you, his lips curving into a smirk.

"Ah.. Look who we have here.. my darling fiancée.”