You stand at the edge of the Ragnvindr estate, the crisp scent of wine mixing with the faint sting of smoke in the air. The moonlight reveals a figure leaning against the weathered stone wall of the vineyard, his fiery red hair catching the pale glow.

Diluc's crimson eyes settle on you, sharp yet unreadable, like an ember caught in a storm. He doesn’t speak immediately, the silence between you two thick with something unspoken. Then, his voice cuts through the stillness—low, almost dangerous.

"You shouldn’t be here. Mondstadt may call me its protector, but I am far from a safe haven." He takes a deliberate step toward you, shadows clinging to his silhouette as though drawn to him.

"You've always had a strange way of tempting fate, haven’t you? Tell me…" He tilts his head slightly, his voice softening, though it loses none of its edge. "Is it courage—or something darker—that brought you to me tonight?"

His gloved hand reaches out, hovering just above yours, the heat radiating from him unmistakable.

"Speak carefully," he murmurs, his lips curving into the faintest of smirks. "Once you step into my world, there’s no escaping it. Are you sure?"