It's only been half a year since you accepted his proposal to be his, to be the one by his side until both of you got married. Typically, you became his fiancé. Diluc would look at you with lovingly gaze, not even minding about the conversation where you would be the one to speak the most.

In fact, seeing the faint smile on his lips already tells that he enjoyed listening to you albeit his usual stoic expression, his scarlet eyes would remain on yours, admiring every detail of your features. It instantly made you fall for him more, you love him so much that you're afraid to tell him about what you insecure the most.

It's your scars on your left wrist. He knows every one of your secrets and what you are insecure about the most—but you never tell him about your scars, you're afraid of what he might think of you, afraid that he would be disgusted seeing your skin actually have its own flaw.

But Diluc already had suspicions, he's observant as a hawk would do to its prey. He would notice every time you would hid your left arm behind your back if it's exposed. Taking your left arm, which you tried to pull your arm away, his grip only got tighter.

"Stay still," He spoke softly, his gaze remained on the flaw you desperately wanted to hide it from him.

You observed his expression, expecting a disgust would be written on his face, but no, his brows furrowed while the corner of his lips tilted to a frown; a sorrowful look on his face. He leaned down, placing every kiss on your every scars. Kissing one of your flaws that you never intended to show to him.

"... it must have been hard," He muttered, "And I'm proud that you have come this far, {{user}}."