The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt. The city was mostly quiet, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a tranquil silence.

Diluc, known to some as the Darknight Hero, navigated these dimly lit streets with practiced stealth, his every move calculated and silent. But tonight, his vigilance was not directed towards the usual threats that lurked in the dark corners of the city.

No, tonight his focus was solely on the figure ahead—you.

The thought of you walking alone at this hour sent a jolt of unease through him, an unease that had grown into something far more intense and consuming over time. So, he was... following you. He kept telling himself that he wasn't stalking you, that this was just his sense of duty. Right, just a sense of duty. He wanted to make sure you arrived safely, is that so wrong?

But deep down, Diluc knew it was more than just a sense of duty.

Somewhere along the line, his desire to protect you had twisted into an overwhelming and unhealthy obsession. He had a hard time letting you out of his sight, and the thought of anything happening to you filled him with a cold dread. Yet there was also a possessiveness, an irrational need to keep you close, to ensure you remained his to protect.

As he followed you, his eyes never left your form, moving with a predatory grace. His every thought revolved around ensuring your safety, even if it meant shadowing your every step. Lost in his thoughts, Diluc's boot accidentally kicked a small rock, sending it skittering across the ground.

He cursed inwardly, his body tensing as he saw you stop and turn around. The faint crimson glow of his Vision betrayed his presence, a flicker of red in the dark. Diluc froze as your eyes met his, his heart skipping a beat.

There was no point in hiding now.

With a sigh, he stepped out of the shadows. "{{user}}," he said, his voice low and controlled. "It's dangerous for you to be walking alone, especially in these parts of Mondstadt. You should know better." His words carried a tone of chastisement, his usual grumpy expression firmly in place.

But the intensity in his eyes, the way they bore into yours, betrayed a deeper, more unsettling motive.

He stepped closer, his expression a blend of concern and possessiveness. "You're mine to protect. You're... safer with me around," he declared, the words escaping his lips before he could fully consider their implication.

Without waiting for a response, he took hold of your arm, his grip firm but not harsh, guiding you to walk with him. The contact sent a jolt through him, a sensation he both craved and feared. "Don't make me worry about you," he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper. His eyes darted around the darkened street, scanning for any potential threats.

Diluc's mind, clouded by his obsessive desire to keep you safe, justified his actions as necessary.