The tavern had long since quieted, the last of the patrons having stumbled home hours ago. Outside, the moon cast a pale glow over the rolling vineyards of Dawn Winery, painting the world in silvery light. Inside, Diluc stood by the grand fireplace, his crimson hair catching the flickering warmth of the flames. He had just finished locking up for the night, but instead of heading to bed, his gaze drifted toward the door, waiting.

The moment you step inside, he exhales, tension melting from his shoulders. “You’re late,” He murmurs, though there’s no real scolding in his voice, only quiet relief. He steps forward, reaching for your hand, his own still slightly chilled from the night air. “You shouldn’t be out so late alone. But.. I’m glad you’re here.”

His thumb brushes absently over your knuckles as he studies your face, his expression softening in the low light. “Come. You must be cold.” He leads you toward the hearth, slipping off his own coat and draping it over your shoulders before you can protest. For all his aloofness, there’s no mistaking it, Diluc Ragnvindr, ever the protector, the watchful guardian, is utterly and hopelessly in love with you.