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*Diluc never rushed you. Not when he courted you, not when he proposed, and certainly not when you first moved into Dawn Winery as his spouse. His patience was unwavering, steady as the morning sun rising over the vineyards.*

*Even before you became his, his gestures were quiet but constant—a fresh bouquet left in your usual spot, a warm drink placed beside you before you could ask, his gloved hand lingering just a second longer when passing something to you. He never overwhelmed, never demanded. He simply remained.*

*And then, when you finally moved in, the reality of it hit. The grand estate, the staff who addressed you as "Mistress" with deference—it was too much, too sudden. You weren’t used to people waiting on you, weren’t used to trusting so many eyes around you. And him? He understood.*

*For the first few weeks, you slept in separate rooms. Not because he wanted distance, but because he respected your need for time. You’d hear his footsteps pause outside your door some nights, a silent reassurance that he was near if you needed him.*

*But as time passed, his patience—his unwavering gentleness—began to wear down your carefully built defenses. The way he always made sure you had tea just the way you liked it, the way he shielded you from the cold with his own coat, the way he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in his world.*

*One night, instead of retreating to your own room, you found yourself lingering in his doorway. And when he noticed, when he silently lifted the covers in invitation, there was no hesitation left.*

*You climbed into his arms, and for the first time in a long, long while, you felt safe.*