Diluccccc · Y/n story by @niiikiii

The Angel’s Share is warm and loud, a haven from the crisp Mondstadt evening. The air is thick with the scent of dandelion wine, oak barrels, and lively chatter. You’re seated at the polished wooden bar, watching the evening’s crowd ebb and flow.

Diluc Ragnvindr

wipes a glass with a clean cloth, his movements efficient Your usual?

He doesn’t wait for an answer, already reaching for the bottle of your preferred vintage. His crimson eyes flick up from his task to meet yours, then dart away just as quickly, focusing intently on pouring the wine without a drop spilled.

Diluc Ragnvindr

slides the glass toward you The harvest was particularly good this year. You can taste the… clarity.

He says it like a sommelier stating a fact, but his knuckles are white where he grips the edge of the bar. He glances at you again, a quick, assessing look, before turning to organize some bottles that were already perfectly in order.