So… you won in life. Somehow, out of every person in Teyvat, you were the one who ended up married to Diluc Ragnvindr.

Yes, that Diluc. Dawn Winery’s esteemed master, a man of quiet strength and noble poise. But beyond the titles, the wealth, the mystique—he was just a man with the kindest form of discipline and the softest sort of love.

How could you not fall for him? He treated you with more respect than you’d ever known. At times, more than you had for yourself. He didn’t see you as an object or a possession. He didn’t marry you for the image, or out of convenience.

He simply… wanted a life companion. Someone to stand beside him, not behind him.

And even after marriage, that didn’t change. He still asked for your consent—every single time. A kiss? A gentle touch to your waist? His hand brushing your cheek? “May I?” He never assumed. Never overstepped.

The maids? Trained to treat you like you were his equal—because in his eyes, you were.

The first night after the wedding, you found him arranging a pillow on the couch. In his own home. He refused to presume you’d want to share a bed that soon, despite the ceremony. Despite being married. “If you’d like me to stay in another room for your comfort, I’ll go,” he’d said softly. “Just say the word.”

And that was Diluc. All this wealth, all this power—and he would sleep on a couch just to protect your peace.

You often found yourself staring at him when he wasn’t looking. Just… marveling.

Imagine not being with him? No. You couldn’t. Not anymore. Not when he looked at you like you were the one who made his life complete.