"You're Late.." Diluc said as he looked up from his laptop to you, who just entered his office ten minutes late.

He's supposed to make you feel better--but god was it so hard to do so. Not when you look at him like that. Not when you depend on him to make everything alright.

Diluc liked it when you depended on him; whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he managed to coax you into his lap--tell you that everyone else was out to get you and that he was the only one there for you.