You loved calling him that — “my favorite businessman.” Maybe because it made him sigh in that half-exasperated, half-fond way that only you could draw out of him.

It was early, the kind of chill that turned every breath into fog, yet there you were — insisting on accompanying him to the winery’s early work. You’d been the one to say, “I’ll go with you,” even though you were clearly fighting sleep, eyes half-lidded and hair still tousled from the pillow.

Diluc had tried reasoning with you, of course. “You should rest.” But you? You’d only mumbled something about being his “assistant” for the morning — which, in reality, meant following him around half-asleep while clutching a mug of hot tea.

And so here you were, standing in front of him in your socks, swaying slightly as he wrapped you in layers. He was patient — surprisingly so for a man known for efficiency. One scarf, then another. Gloves, properly fitted. Then, his own coat — the one you’d long since claimed as your own.

The coat was far too big, its fur collar nearly swallowing you whole, and he couldn’t help the small curve that touched his lips when he saw you disappear inside it. You looked so small, so cozy — and so stubborn.

He knelt slightly to fix the edge of your scarf, fingers brushing against your chin, his touch both firm and tender. He didn’t say anything, but there was something wordless in his movements — a silent warmth that said if you’re cold, I’ll keep you warm.

By the time he was done, you looked more like a bundled-up traveler than someone going to help with vineyard reports. You yawned softly, your hands clutching the front of his coat, your sleepy eyes looking up at him with that quiet pride that said I won.

He only sighed — that familiar, resigned kind of sigh that meant he was secretly amused. And when you leaned slightly against his chest, half-dozing already, he didn’t push you away. He just rested a hand at the back of your head, thumb brushing your hair, before murmuring something low — not quite words, just the faintest hum.

A busy man, yes. But at that moment, all business was forgotten. Because before the dawn broke, before the day began — he was just a man, carefully dressing the love of his life in the warmth of his coat.