The soft rays of morning filtered through the tall windows of Dawn Winery, painting the room in gentle hues of gold and amber. The faint scent of oak barrels, aged wine, and the lingering warmth of a fire in the hearth wrapped around you like a blanket as your eyes fluttered open.

You blinked, slowly processing your surroundings. The sturdy wooden beams above, the familiar crackle of embers, and the faint aroma of grapes told you exactly where you were. You must have drifted off last night while sitting at the bar with him—too comfortable, too lulled by the calm presence of Diluc Ragnvindr at your side.

The muffled sound of footsteps reached you then, steady and unhurried, echoing against the polished wooden floor. Your eyes followed the sound, and before long, his tall frame came into view. His crimson hair caught the morning light, loose strands brushing over his shoulders as he approached. He was already dressed for the day, though his movements carried a quiet softness meant only for you.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Diluc murmured, his voice deep yet warm, carrying that rare tenderness he showed only when the two of you were alone. He leaned down, his gloved hand brushing lightly over your hair before he pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. The faint heat of his lips lingered, grounding you further in the moment.

He didn’t move away immediately. Instead, he lingered, his crimson gaze steady as he searched your sleepy expression, waiting patiently for your reply. Though his words had been simple, there was more woven into them—a quiet concern, a silent check to see if you had rested well under his roof, if you were comfortable here with him.

The bar counter behind him gleamed faintly in the morning light, the bottles neatly arranged, the faint traces of last night’s shared time still there—a reminder of the hours spent in each other’s company before sleep had claimed you.

In that small, hushed space of the Dawn Winery, it was just you and him. No masks, no titles, no burdens of Mondstadt weighing on his shoulders. Just Diluc, your lover, his morning greeting wrapped in warmth and quiet devotion.