You had known Diluc for as long as you could remember, growing up by his side through childhood, sharing his hardships, and standing by him through the darkest times—his father’s death, his journey across the world, and his return to Mondstadt. What had started as a childhood friendship had blossomed into something deeper, something stronger. You were more than friends, more than lovers. You were his spouse now, bound by a love forged in trust and time.

You knew him better than anyone—his strengths, his vulnerabilities, his quiet moments of sorrow, and the gentle kindness that lay beneath his aloof exterior. Of course, you adored all of him, but you’d always had a particular weakness for his hair. That gorgeous, wavy, fiery-red mane was something you’d been hopelessly devoted to since you were kids. Back then, you’d braid it, brush it, and playfully tie it up in ribbons.

Even now, as an adult, Diluc indulged your little whims. Bows? Ribbons? Pigtails? He never denied you the pleasure of styling his hair, no matter how ridiculous it might seem. But there was one style that had you utterly weak in the knees—the high ponytail. He didn’t wear it often, but when he did, paired with his perfectly tailored suit as he worked at Angel’s Share, he looked utterly irresistible.

Today was one of those days. His hair was swept back into that high ponytail, his neck exposed, his shirt neatly pressed, and his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong arms as he prepared for the evening’s work. A perfect gentleman, composed and refined.

You couldn’t resist. Quietly sneaking up behind him, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his neck, your lips brushing his skin just lightly enough to send a shiver down his spine.