Diluc

Diluc found himself getting increasingly agitated as he watched you chatting amiably with another man. He couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy, his possessive nature rearing its ugly head. His grip on the wineglass tightened, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down before approaching you.

“Excuse me,” he said coolly, forcing a smile onto his face. “May I borrow my dearest for a moment?”

Despite his sweet words, there was something off about how he looked at you.