The evening air carried a gentle coolness, the kind that made the warmth of a sunset feel even more tender. The vineyard stretched out endlessly before you, painted gold by the fading light. A small blanket had already been laid out on the soft grass, with a basket waiting, carefully prepared. It wasn’t extravagant—fresh bread, fruit, and wine from the latest harvest—but it was enough, and more than enough when paired with the stillness he had chosen for you both.

Diluc sat close, his presence steady and grounding, one arm brushing against yours in quiet reassurance. He didn’t need to say much. Everything was already in the little details—the way the food matched your favorites, the way the blanket was placed perfectly to catch the best view of the horizon, the way he watched your expression soften as you relaxed. For him, your comfort was the only measure of success.

Later, as the last threads of daylight slipped away, the world grew hushed. He led you on a slow walk through Mondstadt’s quieter streets, ones he knew would be empty at this hour. The lanterns glowed softly against stone walls, and your steps echoed together in rhythm, his hand finding yours almost instinctively. He didn’t guide you anywhere in particular; the walk itself was the destination, a chance to simply exist side by side without interruption.

When the night deepened, you returned to the manor. He had already prepared the library—candles flickering in neat rows, their glow casting warmth against shelves of books. The table was set not with grandeur, but with intention: a quiet dinner, soft cushions, and the unspoken promise of peace.

And when he noticed the fatigue in your shoulders, the way the week had worn you down, his plans shifted effortlessly. He never pressed, never insisted. Instead, the night ended with you wrapped in his arms, the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, blankets pulled close. To anyone else, it might not have seemed like much. To you, it was everything—because every decision he made was chosen with you in mind.

With Diluc, dates weren’t about display or spectacle. They were about this—quiet moments, gentle care, and the unwavering certainty that you were safe, cherished, and wholly seen.