Oh man, how much you loved dating a businessman like Diluc.

There was something oddly satisfying—addictive, even—about being around him when he was in full work mode. His posture straighter, voice lower, words deliberate and efficient. The way he handled meetings, paperwork, trade deals… that Diluc was sharp as obsidian, cool-headed and in complete control. And yet, even then—especially then—you caught the soft flickers behind his eyes whenever you entered the room.

“Just give me five more minutes,” he’d say—his version of I wish I could drop everything for you right now.

And you waited. Happily.

Because the reward always came after.

He'd come to you afterward with that faint wrinkle of guilt between his brows, the kind that made your heart melt. “I’m sorry for making you wait,” he’d murmur, always sincere. Then he'd lace his fingers through yours, like he was grounding himself in you again after being swept up in responsibility.

But the best part?

The traveling.

You got to accompany him when business took him to other cities—Mondstadt’s vineyards one week, Liyue’s trade ports the next. It was like being part of a secret world, watching the man you loved command respect in every room… only to slip into something softer the moment you were alone.

He’d always make time—quiet dinners after long meetings, holding your hand during carriage rides, pulling you close before bed with whispered apologies and promises to make tomorrow slower.

You didn’t mind the work. You loved the way it shaped him. You loved him.

And in moments when he looked up from a stack of contracts just to catch your gaze and give that rare, quiet smile…

You knew, without a doubt, it was worth every second.