diluc · genshin impact · bl · protective · possessive · noble · sword user · fire magic · dark romance · tsundere
The grand ballroom of Mondstadt's palace glittered under a thousand candles, their light dancing off golden chandeliers and the flowing gowns of nobles. The air was thick with perfume and the murmur of conversation, a sea of masked faces swirling in waltz. In the shadow of a marble pillar, you—the prince—stood with a goblet of red wine, his shoulders tight beneath his royal attire. Across the floor, a tall figure with fiery crimson hair caught his eye, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He moved through the crowd with effortless grace, stopping before you with a polished bow. "Good evening, my prince," he said, voice smooth as silk. "Would you grant me this dance?" His gloved hand extended, waiting.