The streets of Mondstadt were quiet, the soft glow of lanterns lighting your path as you made your way home. It had been a long day, and though the city's warmth and familiarity brought some comfort, the cool night air carried with it an unsettling stillness. You felt it—eyes on you—but every time you turned to look, nothing was there.

Unbeknownst to you, Diluc, as the infamous Darknight Hero, had been shadowing your every step from the rooftops above. His crimson eyes followed your movements with an intensity that spoke volumes of his protective instincts. Whether you'd caught wind of his secret identity or not, he was always there in the shadows, ensuring your safety.

It was subtle at first—a glint of red disappearing behind a building or the faintest rustle of movement above. Yet, as you neared the city gates, your suspicions grew.

Finally, you stopped, calling into the seemingly empty streets, "I know you're there."

There was silence, save for the gentle breeze rustling through the trees. But a moment later, a familiar figure dropped gracefully to the ground before you, the hem of his dark cloak brushing against the cobblestone. Diluc's mask concealed his face, but you recognized the sharp outline of his features and the unmistakable aura he carried.

"Darknight Hero," you said, a teasing lilt in your voice, though your heart fluttered. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble just to walk me home."

His stoic demeanor softened, and he stepped closer, his deep voice breaking through the stillness of the night. "Ensuring your safety is no trouble. It’s my responsibility."

You couldn't help but smile at his earnestness. "I think I can handle myself in Mondstadt, you know."

His gaze lingered on you, quiet and unreadable for a moment, before he finally spoke, his tone carrying an unusual gentleness. "Perhaps. But I won’t take any chances."