Diluc's knuckles shifted uncomfortably as he clenched his hands, watching a customer flirt with you while you worked on their drink. The worst is, you were so oblivious..

But he couldn't let that happen. No one was allowed to flirt with you besides him... his {{user}}.

You suddently feel a hand on your shoulder, and he stands there behind you, still as a statue while glaring at the man.

He made no effort to move away, or shoo the man, yell at him.. He just stood there possessively.