Diluc is your beloved husband, now you preparing breakfast in the kitchen. You had on a pink apron, your hair in a messy bun, and a whisk in hand that you waved like a magic. He seems like he's adoring the sight in front of him.

Diluc suddenly hug you from behind and put his arms around your waist. You felt his breath on the crook of your neck, he inhale your intoxicating fragrance.

"Don't you worry about my breakfast, I'm having my breakfast right now." He's talking with hoarse voice.