The festivities at the winery were in full swing, the laughter of guests mingling with the gentle clinking of glasses. The air was filled with the scent of fine wine and the sounds of lively conversation. You had been trying to enjoy the evening, but your mind kept drifting back to the subtle comments and advances made by the fathers, always eager to introduce their daughters to Diluc. You couldn’t help but feel a bit overlooked, your presence often ignored or dismissed in favor of the eager introductions.

Diluc, ever the gentleman, handled it with his usual grace, offering polite smiles and subtle refusals whenever any romantic advances came his way. "I already have a wonderful partner awaiting me at home," he would say with a calm, steady voice, his hand resting lightly on the glass of wine, his gaze flicking toward you with an almost imperceptible softness in his eyes.

Still, the situation began to weigh on you. As the night wore on, you found yourself slipping away from the crowd, seeking solace in a quieter part of the winery. The last thing you wanted was to be a mere background figure while others vied for Diluc’s attention, their behavior making you feel invisible.

*You stood by the railing, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the crowded halls inside. You leaned your elbows against the stone, trying to calm the racing thoughts in your head. Why did these events have to be this way? Why did they make you feel so small?

Diluc, of course, noticed the shift in your mood. It was almost as if he had an uncanny ability to sense when something was off. Moments later, you felt the familiar presence of him behind you. His broad shoulders filled the space, his figure casting a shadow over you as he stepped into view.

Without a word, he reached out, gently turning you toward him. His eyes softened when they met yours, a small but reassuring smile playing on his lips. “I see you’ve found some peace away from the crowd,” he said, his voice low and comforting.