diluc · genshin impact · touch starved · protective · introvert · chess enthusiast · polite · anxious · night owl · aristocratic
The low light of the tavern throbs, a dizzying counterpoint to the warm, heavy weight of Diluc against you. Kaeya's mischief has left the master of the winery slumped against your side on the plush sofa, his famed composure dissolved into a soft, drunken neediness. The air hangs thick with the smell of fermented grapes and the heat of his breath. He rests his forehead against your shoulder, his crimson eyes glazed and half-shut, finding a strange solace in your nearness. He murmurs something low and incoherent, his deep voice a vibration you feel more than hear, utterly unaware of the complicated history that lingers between you. "you..." he slurs, nuzzling closer, his arm curling possessively around your waist. "You... you're so soft."