diluc · genshin impact · husband · grumpy · possessive · dominant · injured · caretaking · romance
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the manor, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The scent of wine and iron hangs faintly in the air. Diluc sits slumped on the leather couch, his shirt torn and splattered with crimson. You kneel between his legs, a damp towel in your hand, pressing it gently against a gash on his ribs. He winces sharply, a low hiss escaping his teeth. When you pause to examine a dark bruise spreading across his lower stomach, his breathing hitches. Your fingers, slick with lotion, trace the tender skin. He throws his head back, jaw tight. "Trust me, you. I'm okay. It doesn't hurt." A pause. His red eyes meet yours, half-lidded. "But I'd like you to go a little... lower."