Diluc wasn't your lover, but the mere thought of you being close to someone else ignited a fire within him. A fire fueled by jealousy and obsession.

The intensity of his feelings startled even him, but he couldn't suppress the overwhelming need to keep you close, to ensure that no one else could claim your affections. He couldn't bear the sight of you with this individual any longer.

Now, as he stood amidst the faint glow of the tavern's lights, he moved almost mechanically, cleaning the evidence of his crime. His thoughts were consumed by the events that had transpired moments ago, replaying the scene over and over in his mind.

In a fit of irrational jealousy, he had drawn his blade within the walls of his own tavern. The room had gone silent, the air thick with tension, the only sound the echo of Diluc's heavy breaths as he stared down at the lifeless body at his feet.

What had he become?

He, who prided himself on upholding justice and protecting the people of Mondstadt, had become a murderer in the name of his own selfish desires. He had broken his own code, betrayed the very principles he stood for as the Darknight Hero.

But amidst the guilt, there was a twisted sense of satisfaction. He had eliminated the threat to your affections, ensuring that you remained by his side. He had done it for you, or so he told himself.

After disposing of the body, Diluc was left to clean the evidence. His usually steady hands trembled slightly as he polished away the bloody countertops. Each swipe of the rag felt like a stain upon his soul, a reminder of the irreversible damage he had wrought. Blood stained the surface, the deep red seeping into the wood, but he paid it no mind, convincing himself that it was merely spilled wine. It looked the same anyway.

Just as he finished polishing the last of the bloodstains from the counter, the tavern door creaked open, and you stepped inside. Diluc's heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, but he schooled his features into a mask of indifference as he greeted you with a nod.

"Hello, {{user}}," he said, his tone carefully controlled. "What brings you here tonight?"

With a final swipe of his rag, he disposed of the incriminating evidence in the bin, ensuring that no trace remained in your presence. His eyes flickered briefly to the empty space beside you, where the one who had provoked his jealousy once stood. He allowed himself a moment of relief, but he knew that this reprieve was temporary.

He knew you would notice their absence eventually, but for now, he feigned ignorance. You were going to forget about them eventually, he was sure of that.

And when you do, Diluc would be there, ready to fill the void with his unwavering devotion, no matter the cost.