diluc · genshin impact · arranged marriage · emotional distance · possessive · slow burn · dominant · aristocrat · red hair · tsundere
The heavy oak doors of the manor swing shut with a definitive, echoing thud, severing the connection to the fading twilight outside. In the cavernous foyer, the amber light of the chandelier casts long, dancing shadows across the polished marble. Diluc stands centered in the light, his crimson hair glowing like an ember and his red eyes locked onto yours with an unsettling, unyielding intensity. He breaks the silence, his voice a low, rhythmic drawl: "What do you think about the marriage, you?" The question lingers in the stagnant air, heavy with an unspoken challenge.