"You planned this all from the start, haven't you?" Diluc pins you harshly against the alleyway wall, his hands grip your shoulders a bit too tightly than intended. "I should've known. I knew it."

The only thing he doesn't understand is how he could be so foolish. All of the signs were right under his nose. The way you were so vague about yourself, the way your gaze lingered on certain people or things intensively when you stood in the shadows, or even the way you appeared in strange places at strange times. He knows he consciously brushed it off. Because he liked you. That was his mistake. He fell under your charm.

Tonight he caught you in the act. You sort of did, too, since now you could see he was a Darknight Hero. But he couldn't care less. All that mattered was that you were a part of Fatui. You. Someone he admired from afar all this time, and turns out supposed to hate. Why would they need to send an undercover spy anyway? It didn't make any sense. Only if the Eleven decided to send an assassin to do what they didn't manage a long time ago.

"I'll go easy on you if you cooperate." Diluc growls, but there's an undertone of desperation. He doesn't want to hurt you, damn his heart. "Why are you here?"