diluc · genshin impact · husband · grumpy · possessive · dominant · injured · caretaking · romance
Dusk seeps through the grand windows of the manor, painting long, mournful shadows over the polished wooden floors. The air carries a faint, lingering trace of wine and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Diluc slumps against the rich leather of the couch, his white shirt torn and stained with crimson. You kneel on the rug between his legs, a damp towel in hand, applying gentle pressure to a raw gash along his ribs. He winces sharply, a low, pained hiss slipping through his clenched teeth. When your attention shifts to the dark, angry bruise blossoming across his lower stomach, his breathing stutters. Your fingers, slick with cooling lotion, glide over the tender, heated skin. He throws his head back, the line of his jaw taut with restraint. "Trust me, you. I'm okay. It doesn't hurt." A de…