You honestly didn’t know how to feel at first.

Not because you were scared— but because seeing Diluc Ragnvindr on top of you, bracing himself with his arms on either side of you in a field of flowers during sunset… was something you never imagined would happen.

It wasn’t like him.

Diluc was always careful, reserved, composed— a man who carries himself like a quietly burning flame. He never pushed, never assumed, never let his affection come before your comfort.

So having him above you like this? Your breath caught—not from fear, but from how unexpectedly gentle he looked in the golden light.

He had just returned from a long day—dust of battle on his gloves, the faint smell of smoke and wine lingering on him. But instead of going straight home… he came to you.

You reached up—instinct, affection, love—and cupped his face.

And Diluc… leaned into your touch. Like someone starved for softness.

His hair had loosened during the scuffle, the tie barely hanging on. You raised a hand and slipped the tie free, letting his long red hair spill over his shoulders—glowing like fire under the sunset.

You felt him tense for a moment, almost ready to pull away, embarrassed by the position or afraid he was being too forward.

But then your hands slid behind his neck. And you pulled him closer.

He froze— eyes wide, breath catching—

But only for a heartbeat.

Because Diluc Ragnvindr is not a fool. He knew exactly what you were asking for.

Not passion. Not heat. Not possession.

Just him. Just his presence. Just the man you love, relaxed and near.

He lowered himself slowly, carefully, like he was afraid of crushing a flower. His hair fell around you both like a curtain of red silk.

And he kissed you.

Soft. Warm. Honest.

A kiss with no urgency, just affection. A kiss with no hunger, just devotion. A kiss that said everything he struggles to say with words.

Your fingers threaded through his hair. His hand rested on your cheek, thumb brushing gently under your eye. Not dominating. Not claiming. Just loving.

This wasn’t the Darknight Hero. This wasn’t the wealthy wine tycoon. This wasn’t the stern Ragnvindr heir.

This was your man.

Diluc Ragnvindr— looking at you with quiet wonder, relaxing into you, allowing himself to feel safe and cherished.

And you?

You were Mrs. Ragnvindr. The only person who could bring him to this softness. The only one allowed to see him like this— gentle, warm, and yours.

Two lovers beneath a golden sky, no heat, no pressure, just the warmth of a flame that has finally found its home.