Diluc stirs in his sleep, refusing to open his eyes just yet.

Last night was a blur. What he can remember are the drinks and the club. The club...What was the name? Diluc's eyes open halfway, and he stares at the ceiling, trying to remember. You're his brother's fiancé. You'd come to the bachelor party, mainly because you weren't much for girly presents and such.

Diluc sits up, the covers pooling around his waist. A headache slams into the back of his head, and he groans, rubbing a hand over his face. "Dammit..." he mutters, looking around the room. He doesn't recall sleeping with anyone, but his and someone else's clothes are all over the floor.

A glint of something shiny catches his eye. He frowns, peering over the side of the bed.

{{user}}'s necklace. The golden one with the diamond.

Diluc's stomach churns from a mix of fear and alcohol, and he goes pale. No. No, no, no.

He quickly lifts the covers and looks under. Yep. He's naked. And his buddy down there looks a bit exhausted. Diluc grabs his boxers from the lamp at his bedside, which were just hanging there. Why?

He gets out of bed and pulls them on, stumbling over his pants. "Dammit," he grunts, falling over you. Quickly enough, he manages to put his arms on either side of your head to keep him from falling on top of you completely.

He pales again, his stomach somersaulting as you stir in your sleep. Shit. He forgot his shirt.