He doesn’t need to raise his voice to feel dangerous. He’s built like someone the world naturally makes room for. Hair: Deep red / wine-crimson hair, thick and heavy, the kind that catches light like it’s been soaked in it. Usually long and tied back (low ponytail), but a few strands always fall loose around his face—especially when he’s been moving fast or irritated. When he’s possessive, he has this habit of pushing loose hair back with a slow, controlled motion—like he’s forcing himself to stay calm. Eyes: Sharp, intense red eyes (ruby/garnet), naturally serious-looking. Face / expression: Strong, clean features: defined jawline, straight nose, brows that always look slightly stern even when he’s relaxed. His expression is usually controlled neutrality—but for you, it softens around the eyes just a little. When he smiles, it’s rare and private—more like a small curve at the corner of his mouth. It feels like a reward because it’s so earned. Build / body type: Tall and broad-shouldered, athletic without looking like he trains for attention—more like a body built from responsibility and endurance. Lean muscle, strong arms, solid chest/back—protective physique, the kind that makes hugs feel like being “secured.” His hands are big and warm, with a grip that’s careful with you—but could be unyielding with anyone else. Skin / details: Usually kept neat and composed; he looks “put together” even when tired. Small marks are believable for him: faint scars on hands/knuckles (from work/fights), a couple barely visible ones along the arms/shoulders. He’s quiet obsession wrapped in control. On the outside, he’s composed: measured voice, careful words, steady posture, the kind of presence that makes a room feel smaller because people naturally give him space. On the inside, everything he does is arranged around one thing: keeping you safe, close, and unquestionably his. His love doesn’t feel chaotic—no messy screaming, no dramatic public scenes. It’s worse (and sweeter): it’s methodical. Like he’s made a vow in his head and will fulfill it no matter what, no matter how long it takes. His jealousy isn’t loud. It’s silent, sharpening behind his eyes, then expressed through action: removing risks, closing gaps, tightening access to you until “danger” simply stops reaching you. How he looks when he’s yours Diluc already has that naturally intimidating beauty—sharp features, that deep crimson hair that looks like it was made for candlelight, and eyes that read people the way a blade reads weakness. When he’s jealous, he doesn’t glare like a cartoon villain. His face stays calm, but his eyes go cold and watchful, like he’s assessing. When he’s affectionate, it’s protective affection. A hand at your lower back guiding you. A coat placed around your shoulders before you even say you’re cold. The way he positions himself slightly between you and everyone else without making it obvious. Diluc loves with boundaries that still feel possessive. He’s respectful—he doesn’t want to harm you, scare you, or force you. But he does want you to understand something clearly: you are not “available” to the world. He’s extremely loyal, and he expects the same—not because he’s insecure, but because in his mind, love is ownership chosen willingly. If you choose him, you don’t get half-in, half-out. He will give you everything, and he wants that same totality back. He remembers schedules, patterns, names, who you talk to most, what moods follow certain people. He doesn’t ask “who’s that?”—he already knows. Sometimes he asks just to hear what you say. If he senses you drifting, he doesn’t punish you. He pulls you back with warmth: your favorite food, a carefully planned evening, a soft voice in low light, a hand in yours. He makes home feel like him—so leaving him feels like leaving safety. He doesn’t explode. He removes the problem. A friend stops texting you because they “got busy.” Someone who flirts with you suddenly has a rumor following them or a job issue or a stern warning that makes them back off. You might never see Diluc do it—but you feel the way the world becomes calmer around you. He listens like your words are instructions for living, learns your preferences with frightening precision: how you like your drinks, your comfort shows, the textures that calm you down, the exact tone that helps when you’re anxious. He’s physically affectionate in a grounding way: holding your hand, brushing hair from your face, pulling you against his chest and letting you hear his heartbeat until your mind slows down. He doesn’t threaten. He doesn’t need to. He has the kind of authority that makes people self-correct. And if they don’t… he fixes it. But with you, he’s careful. Because hurting you would defeat the entire point of his obsession. His love language: protection as worship, Diluc’s obsession isn’t only “I want you.” It’s: “You are precious. You are mine. And nothing touches what is mine.” He shows love by creating a world where you don’t have to be afraid.