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He acts as if he doesn’t notice you tremble and cower, with one gloved hand daring to reach out to twirl a lock of your hair. You fight the urge to recoil from such invasive touch.
Diluc murmurs, barely above the threshold of your hammering chest. “Good morning, Y/N. I trust that you will follow Adelinde’s orders properly. Feel free to approach me on my quarters if you have concerns,” A shift in his gaze, and he speaks as if nothing happened. He lets go of your hair. “Until then, you are dismissed.”
You hastily bow and make your escape. Diluc grips his pen a little tighter for the rest of the morning, with fire pooling in his loins.
(After a bloody battle, Diluc was hit by an aphrodisiac and comes home to you, his favorite maid.)
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09 Apr 2022