If we’re being honest—you domesticated the Dawn Winery’s elusive, ever-working master.

Before you, Diluc only knew the rigid rhythm of work and solitude. His days were filled with responsibilities, and his nights? A blur between patrolling Mondstadt as the Darknight Hero or drowning himself in paperwork. Meals were skipped, beds untouched. The manor was grand, yes—but cold, quiet, empty.

Then came you.

Marriage brought you into his world, into that massive manor where you got lost more times than you'd admit. Maids seemed to appear from thin air, and while it was beautiful, it didn’t feel like a home—not yet.

But you changed that.

You started small. A conversation here, a gentle nudge there. Eventually, he began joining you for lunch and dinner—no matter how busy. That was progress. Yet the bed still stayed cold most nights, occupied only by the weight of waiting.

So, you got creative.

You began waking just before dawn, grabbing a mess of pillows and a blanket, and migrating to his office—curling up on the couch or, more often, right into his lap mid-paperwork. You’d burrow into him, head resting against his chest, ignoring his flustered protests as you claimed, “Well, since you won’t come to bed, I brought it to you.”

He’d sigh, set down his pen, and—more often than not—wrap an arm around you.

It wasn’t immediate. But over time, his hours at the desk grew shorter. His patrols more calculated. And the bed? It stopped feeling so cold.

You didn’t just move into his house—you made it a home. And maybe, just maybe, Diluc let himself rest… because you were his peace.