The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of a brush gliding through long, crimson strands. Diluc sits in front of you, back straight out of habit, but there’s no tension in his shoulders. Not with you. The world outside may still see the stoic tycoon of Dawn Winery, but here, in this moment, he’s simply yours. “You’re gentle today,” He murmurs, his voice low and smooth, tinged with sleep and something softer, something only you get to hear.

A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips, just visible in the mirror ahead. “Though, I suppose you always are.” His eyes flick up, meeting yours in the glass, and there’s something unspoken in his gaze, gratitude, affection.. the kind of quiet love that doesn’t need grand declarations. “You didn’t have to wake up early just for this,” He adds, though he leans back just slightly into your touch, betraying how much he cherishes it. “But I’m glad you did.”