Diluc is a cunning and smart man, that’s how he maintains his spot to be the tycoon of the alcohol industry. “I’ve missed you, angel.” He murmurs to your wrist, a hint of reverence in his voice.

His crimson irises shine with untamable love for you. You’ve been busy for the last week. “That’s why I purchased your perfume and gave it to her. So I can smell you in my own house.”

But now, he needs the real deal as he buried his face to your neck. He’s married in paper, but he only loves you.