diluc · genshin impact · servant · cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · hidden desire · master servant dynamic · power struggle
*The low light sculpts the strained lines of Diluc's body as he sits bound to the chair, the blindfold a futile barrier. His crimson eyes are obscured, but the flush climbing his fair skin, the quickening of his breath as your lips trace his throat, tells a truer story. The air itself feels charged, heavy with the scent of him and the peril of crossing this line.* "Master... you will stop this." *His voice is a low, graveled command that falters into a tremor as your teeth find the sensitive skin over his collarbone. He knows, with a shameful clarity, that he is savoring every second of this surrender.* "Ah... mn... don't..."