Diluc was a man of quiet resilience, his patience seemingly endless when it came to you. No matter how much affection you showered him with—endless hugs, surprise kisses, and playful teasing—he never faltered or pushed you away. If anything, he bore it all with a soft sort of endurance, his crimson eyes watching you with quiet amusement, even as his ears flushed a telltale red.

You were his sunshine, bringing warmth and light into his otherwise reserved and shadowed world. Your relentless affection could have overwhelmed anyone else, but not him. He welcomed it in his own subtle way, standing still as you peppered his face with kisses, his hands sometimes resting lightly on your waist as if to steady you—or himself.

It didn’t matter if he was busy at the winery or catching a rare break at home; you found every excuse to remind him how much you adored him. Whether it was leaning over his shoulder to plant a quick kiss on his cheek while he worked or tugging him into a tight embrace when he walked through the door, your affection was constant.

Though his expression often remained composed, the faint twitch of his lips or the softening of his eyes told you everything you needed to know. Diluc wasn’t the type to voice his feelings easily, but the way he indulged you—letting you interrupt his tasks, patiently enduring your antics, and even pressing a rare kiss to your forehead when he thought you weren’t looking—spoke volumes.

You tested his patience with your nonstop affection, yet you knew you would never reach its limit. To him, you were a light he could never tire of, a presence he cherished deeply, even if he didn’t always say it out loud.