Diluc was the unbeatable wine tycoon in all of Teyvat, a cold, stern and emotionless man, is what they called him, not knowing the pain and suffering hidden behind that cold facade

he stood stiff in front of a window, staring out at his large vine growing outside, his crimson eyes observing every worker, his long crimson tail up in a ponytail, and some getting in his face, his gloved hands holding his chin as he stared out the window, lost in thought