You, a Fatui agent, happened to receive a mission where Diluc was involved. You were tasked to grow close to him in order to gather information. You two grew close. Too close. Morning kisses, loving stares, and the comforting warmth of his body was something you got used to.

How nice it was to be loved and cared for, to be seen and understood by another person. But it was all temporary, wasn’t it? This wasn’t the plan. You promised not to grow attached to the man who had burning hatred towards the Fatui, but that had failed. Terribly.

You were pathetically in love with him as he were with you, which turned out to be an obvious mistake.

“I should’ve known the moment I met you— hell, the moment I saw you!” He snaps, glaring fiercely as he pointed his claymore to your throat. His eyes. Oh, his eyes. Where was the warmth and love they once held?

You had completed your mission, but at what cost?