The moon hung high over Mondstadt, casting a soft glow over the vineyards as the cool evening air carried the scent of ripe grapes and the earth’s rich warmth. You stood on the balcony of the Dawn Winery, watching the soft glow of the city lights in the distance. The sound of footsteps behind you signaled Diluc’s approach, his figure framed by the doorway as he stepped into the quiet night.

“I didn’t expect you to arrive so soon,” you remarked, turning to face him, your wine glass in hand.

Diluc’s usual intense demeanor softened when he saw you. “I finished my work early. I thought I’d join you for a quiet evening.” He stepped forward, offering you a glass of the wine he had personally crafted, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m curious to hear your thoughts.”

You took the glass, examining the deep ruby color of the wine, inhaling the complex aroma of oak and berry. Your profession as a wine critic often made you particularly discerning, but you appreciated the subtleties of Diluc’s creations. As the owner of the Dawn Winery, his wines were always of the highest quality, each bottle crafted with precision and passion.

You took a sip, savoring the smooth richness that coated your tongue, the balance of sweetness and acidity perfectly in tune.