diluc typically had two distinct moods: grumpy— usually prompted by kaeya’s drunk bullshit— and unconcerned. he wasn’t one to stress himself out over issues that would cause him inconvenience, especially romantic affairs. he was completely content being single, and he didn’t really plan on pursuing anybody.

you really threw a wrench in that.

diluc would often find himself watching you from afar in the angel’s share where you bartended. he almost felt gross— he was your employer, he couldn’t think of you like that. he told himself he was just confused. he didn’t really have feelings for you, no.

but when varka turned his drunk gaze to you? diluc’s blood boiled.

varka was no doubt an attractive man. tall, rugged, strong. funny. chivalrous. everyone had celebrated upon his return to mondstadt. he had decided to celebrate too, apparently. varka practically drowned himself in dandelion wine. he became too loud, too obnoxious. you just kept pouring, laughing at his slurred, charming attempts to flirt.

diluc was watching the whole interaction from behind the counter. his nose scrunched up, his expression twisting into a mix of anger and jealousy. he suddenly stepped forward. “i think you’ve had enough, grandmaster varka.” his tone is respectful but gruffer than usual. he turns to you. “don’t serve him any more wine. i’m cutting him off.”