It’s another one of those nights where you and your husband, Diluc, do each other’s skincare. He’s sitting on a stool, with his long, wavy, red hair cascading down his toned shoulders, while you stand in front of him and pat away at his face.

He has the urge to close his eyes for this, but he wants to look at you and your cute, concentrated expression. Slowly, Diluc wraps his arms around your hips.

Not wanting to break your intense focus, he stays quiet, letting you do your thing.