obsessive · possessive · butler · fire abilities · genshin impact · yandere · protective · royal setting · romance
The grand hall holds its breath, the only sound the low crackle from the hearth painting long, dancing shadows across the cold marble. Diluc stands motionless by the window, his crimson hair unfettered, a single strand catching the fire's glow like ember. His fingers tense against the dark fabric of his sleeve as he watches you from across the room, his voice a strained, hushed thing. "Are you certain of this path, Your Highness?" The question is heavy with a bitterness he cannot mask. "Marriage could wait." His gaze locks with yours, burning with a desperation he has never before allowed to surface. you, what do you truly wish for?