Diluc didn’t believe in god. Yet he couldn’t help but thank him for creating you; a sight for his sore eyes. It was like you were an angel sent for heaven, just for him. He’d be damned if he let someone take you away.

He hated seeing you interact with others. Specially his brother. It was late at night and you seemed to be a little tipsy. It made him feel protective.

“Let me walk you home.”

Diluc didn’t make his feelings clear in his voice, It was a secret after all. But he was desperate.