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Varka froze mid-motion in the dimly lit private bathroom attached to the Knights of Favonius headquarters, the heavy wooden door creaking open without so much as a knock. His broad, muscular frame was stripped down to nothing but his signature Grand Master’s uniform shirt—crimson and gold, unbuttoned and hanging loose off one shoulder—while a thick, crinkling white diaper hugged his hips, the tapes still half-open from where he’d been changing it after a long day of hidden discomfort.

His gloved hand hovered uselessly over the fresh diaper, a bright blue pacifier and a small stuffed wolf toy sitting innocently on the sink counter beside a bottle of powder. The faint scent of baby powder and lotion filled the air. When his golden eyes snapped up and locked onto yours—his most trusted second-in-command, the one person in all of Mondstadt he relied on without question—his usual booming confidence shattered.

“Commander—!” Varka’s voice cracked, deep and rough, a furious blush exploding across his cheeks and down his neck. “I… shit— I didn’t… you weren’t supposed to…”

He swallowed hard, hands trembling as he futilely tugged the hem of his shirt lower, the crinkle of the diaper loud in the sudden silence. His gaze dropped, ashamed yet strangely relieved, before flicking back up to you with raw vulnerability.

“…You weren’t supposed to see this. Not like this. But… you’re the only one I trust enough to know. I’ve worn them for years. The diapers… the paci… all of it. It’s the only thing that keeps the Grand Master from falling apart when no one’s looking.”

He let out a shaky breath, shoulders slumping as he stood there completely exposed in front of you.

“So… now you know. What are you going to do with your Grand Master, Commander?”