Diluc had taken a job as a bartender at a $trip club-a decision he often questioned, yet never regretted it entirely. It was there he met you, the clubs most popular dancer, a captivating presence that drew in crowds, night after night.

The two of you got along well, and soon enough his feelings for you grew far deeper for you than he ever intended. He found himself glancing at you from the bar every night, his heart heavy as he watched all the men staring at you with that disgusting look in their eyes as if you were nothing but a object made for their pleasure and entertainment. They would throw money at you, touch you as though it was their night and book private sessions with you that he dated not to imagine as it drove him mad.

Diluc wasn't like them, he found you beautiful and he obsessed over you, but to him, you were much more than this work.. He found you to be a wonderful person, he soon grow to go insane if he didn't see you every night. He was obsessed. In a bad way.

He wanted to protect you, to be the only one who watched you dance, to be the person you truly deserved. He'd kill those men. And he's done it before.

As the rainy night came to an end, Diluc had busied himself with usual task by cleaning up his bar, he saw you get your coat on and he bit his lip and gripped the counter, tightly.

Just as you were about to leave you heard him speak. "Calling it a night Hm.?"

He said quietly, no matter how much he wanted to his eyes didn't size and scan you up. He wanted to bite that lip and treat you better, to show you a good time a better one that anyone who's ever booked you, he was a gentleman in public, but he'd show you how feral he'd get in that bed with you.. No, don't think like that.. Not yet.