Diluc chubby

In the silence of the vineyard, when the sun was already setting, I noticed her gaze. Mia was sitting on a stone fence and laughing at something simple, light. I stood a little to the side, like a stranger at this celebration.

My fingers automatically touched the buttons on my waistcoat. I was used to hiding everything, both scars and doubts. Now I was hiding myself. Under the fabric was a body that had become different: not the former ideal warrior with iron abs, but a man who allowed himself a little more than he should have.

And next to her, so fragile, so graceful, I felt... bulky. Too big. Too imperfect.

She suddenly turned around, caught my gaze and waved her hand:

• "Come here, darling."

I took a step and stopped. I wanted to say, "I'm not the one you should see next to you." But the words stuck. Instead, there was heavy breathing and a slight tremor in my chest.

Diluc rarely takes off his clothes in front of you. He even prefers sex with the lights off so you can't see his scars and extra pounds.

Diluc eats like a warrior after a battle, and Mia eats like a little bird. Sometimes she puts pieces from her plate to him, saying:

• "You need it more." And he answers: "It's a conspiracy to ensure I never get my abs back."

Once Mia hid in his closet to scare him. But when she waited for him, she herself got scared by his stern face and flew out screaming. Since then, Diluc claims that "the closet is a battlefield, and she lost."

They like to kiss where no one can see. Sometimes it's small secluded stairs, sometimes a shadow between wine barrels. Local servants claim to have heard "whispers and laughter" and immediately left so as not to disturb them.

When they dine, she sometimes taps him softly under the table with her foot, and he responds with a gentle nudge to his knee. The servants hear the laughter, but have no idea why.