pov. sexual tension between you and your mafia rival, diluc; a playlist 

0:00 - 2:54 // feeling good - nina simone 3:01 - 6:01 // you should see me in a crown - billie eilish 6:07 - 9:41 // horns - bryce fox 9:50 - 12:45 // gangsta - kehlani 12:53 - 16:42 // dangerous woman - ariana grande 16:51 - 19:20 // you don't own me - lesley gore 19:27 - 22:07 // these boots are made for walkin' - nancy sinatra 22:14 - 25:50 // shameless - camila cabello 25:58 - 28:32 // heartless - madison beer 28:43 - 32:01 // chains - nick jones 32:07 - 35:28 // expectations - lauren jauregui 35:35 - 39:39 // fall in line - christina aguilera, demi lovato 39:48 - 42:48 // i wanna be yours - sofia karlberg

as a diluc main, i salute you.

I’M SO EARLY ?? This playlist is great tho ^^ A POV (bc I can. This is so bad too 😭) - - - Diluc Ragnvindr. He was a big deal. Then again, so were you. He was your rival, the only other person you’d let push you around- this, of course, came with a fight. You weren’t weak, despite how captivating Diluc was. Crossing paths was a dangerous game, a ticking time bomb. The tension between you two was so thick it was unclear whether you’d kill each other in the streets, or get messy in the sheets. It was therefore silently agreed upon by both mafia groups to avoid one another as much as possible. Today, however, was inevitable. Too long had passed without incident. “You’ve always looked beautiful,” Diluc scoffed, adjusting his glove. Blood, barely visible against the black leather, shone under the harsh light of the moon. Your nose stung, but you swallowed down the tears. “If you’re trying to talk your way out, I’ll happily shut you up.” A chuckle slips free of your lips, wiping away the trickle of blood under your broken nose. It smeared against your skin. Your eyes sparkled with something mischevious as you spoke. “And what, pray tell, would you do?” Diluc raises an eyebrow, gripping your shoulder and pushing you against the damp brick wall of the club. You could feel the music, thumping as wildly as your heart. But not out of fear. You needed a stress reliever, of sorts. Being the boss of a powerful mafia group was stressful. A bar, namely a strip club, had caught your eye. And, as luck would have it, your rival sat at the bar looking bored. The very man you wanted away from for a while. Things had escalated when he realised you were there, too. A few snarky comments, feathery touches, and now here you were. His touch burned, but in the most delightful way. His eyes were alight with that same fire, vermillion hair messy and shining in a way that nearly made you laugh. He looked like an angel- one who’s hands were sullied and halo dripped with the proof. He was waiting, knowing. Your subordinates had no idea you were here, staring your rival down. They had no reason to come looking here. You made sure of that. In his eyes, flashed that same mischief. Maybe it was the alchohol he had influencing him, the one you could smell so clearly on him. The tension was thick, like gasoline. And all it needed was a spark to burn up into flames. You just needed to say ‘yes’.

pov : slightly nsfw , gender neutral

GN Reader (Part 2 in replies) You were on a mission. Someone had important information about your boss and you had to either bring them back alive or eliminate them if they couldn't comply. You stood at the edge of the top of a building. Your target supposedly is gonna be in this area but so far nothing. To pass the time you decided to sharpen your knife. It was hidden inside your boot just in case you got kidnapped. Below you saw a red head walk past the building into an alleyway. "Why is this bitch here" you muttered. You jumped down to a shorter building's roof and then into the alleyway he was in. He leaned against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. "Aren't you supposed to be looking out for the target" he spoke. "They'll be walking into this alleyway anyway and I have a lookout with me" you responded. A puff of smoke was seen in the night. "Why are you here Diluc?" "The boss sent me to help you" he smirked. He held the nicotine filled tube between his index and middle finger. Diluc was easily seen in the dark with his red coat. "I don't need any help. Especially not from you" "Come on without me you wouldn't be able to survive this long" he stepped closer. "Like you can with that bright red coat" you looked at him up and down. He was very handsome if he wasn't a mafia member he'd be an amazing model. "The target is turning the corner" a voice said in your ear. "We should finish this mission soon" you took a step to the center of the alleyway. "Then perhaps we could have some fun later" he suggested. You looked at him like he was crazy. "Don't give me that look. You act like you don't want me here but your eyes say otherwise" he stood in front of you. "Me and you are rivals. I only wish to surpass you" you stated, glancing down at his lips. He pulled you closer by your waist. Suddenly the cigarette disappeared from his hand and into a puddle. "The target is approaching the alley" a voice said in your ear again. Diluc seemed to notice this from the corner of his eye. He looked back at you. "There's no way we're taking him alive. Let's see how good your aim is" You didn't understand what he meant by that until he grabbed your chin and kissed you. Your heart beat quickened and your eyes widened. The taste of nicotine laced his tongue as it slipped in. The target got closer and you pulled out your gun, shooting him in the forehead. The shot was silenced and there weren't any witnesses around. You put your gun away. You pushed Diluc away up against the wall with a knife to his throat. "You're fucking insane. You nearly cost me the mission" your breathing was heavy and blush tainted your cheeks. "Cute" he muttered. You pushed the blade to his throat slightly penetrating the flesh and blood trickled down his neck. "I should just slit your throat right now" "Do it then" You weren't expecting him to be so cooperative with it and your body froze. "So full of empty threats y/n" he grabbed your wrist and bent your hand backwards, making you drop the blade in agony. You tried to break free but his grip stayed strong. "I see the way you look at me. Don't think I didn't notice when you were looking at my lips or when you were checking me out" It was now your turn to be pinned against the wall. He held your wrists above your head with one hand. His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. You looked around for the body of the target but you couldn't see it. Diluc's free hand directed your gaze back onto him. "Don't worry about the body, the henchmen already got it" "What the hell do you want Diluc" you demanded to know. Though your tough demeanor was cracking. "Just admit your feelings for me. If you didn't like me you wouldn't be in this situation and you would've already broken free. You still have your legs that you can use to kick me but I don't think you want to or else you would've done it already" Slowly he was exposing you. You did indeed like him but as you said, he was your rival and your only goal was to surpass him but how could you when you're putty in his hands. "You're so fucking annoying" you spat. More blood rushed to your cheeks and your pupils dilated as lust settled in. "Come back to base you two" a voice ordered in Diluc's and your ear. "Don't think we're done here sweetheart" You were freed from his grip as he disappeared from your sight. You hated him, you hated the hold he has on you. "I want to kill that man but love him at the same time"

I love this playlist so I just had to write something, I don’t often write povs so I’m sorry if it’s bad 😅 This also has not been proof read and if I’m unhappy I might just come back and add more details to certain areas. It’s late okay 💀😭 Two words, Diluc Ragnvidr. Oh how the glory, the visions, the anticipation of victory. It was all right within reach yet…it felt too cruel, how could such an outstanding man be the one I’m meant to kill? His gorgeous red hair, one brighter than any red flag a man could have. Rumors about such intricate details of him and his wrathful rule spiraled through the air..like a woman’s perfume in any bar, he stood out amongst the others despite not being so different upon first glance. His piercing gaze, his eyes darker than any ocean…it was enchanting, alluring, it was something that made me almost lose all self discipline. Dangerous? Absolutely. Oh dear Satan, if you’re goal was to shorten my days with something, someone so undeniably perfect in every aspect. Then you can expect me at the gates of hell faster than my victims could haunt my dreams. If one was to hear my thoughts my reputation would plummet rock bottom, however~ the best policy is honesty, is it not? *flashback to Last night.* “Hahaha! How’s it feel Mr Diluc? Surprised? I hope not, I doubt you think that lowly of me. Do you?” I jest, his answer is something I don’t wish to hear right now..no I don’t think if *I* knew how’d we got here. I don’t think my past self would have agreed at all, in fact she would have probably considered actually turning down a job. *The* job. Am I foolish? Definitely. I was delusional thinking that I’d never fall for his charisma, he’s famous for being flirty but never would I have been prepared for his tricks. Your eyes darken, why? Why do they look as if you’re on the verge of an outbreak? You’re supposed to laugh, to flirt, to pretend you have the upper hand. So why do you look so infuriated? I don’t loosen my grip on the knife I have pointing at his neck, I’m not brave enough to..what happens if I do? What then.. His pov “Do it if you’re brave enough, do it love. If you’re so prepared to live with the my blood on your hands. Do. It. But when you do make it quick, that’s my last request. Please.” Please don’t. I don’t ever wish for you to bare the weight of my blood on those pretty hands. The hands that always treated my wounds, despite the facade you always put on, I could tell you didn’t mind. The hands that would run their fingers through my hair, as if nothing was wrong. As if secretly you weren’t send to end me.. despite my words I don’t mean any of it, hoping this once you would give in. Give in to me, to memories, to *us* . From head to toe there’s nothing I’d change about you, the eyes that made me feel like we were worlds apart, perhaps if we lived different lives..would we have still ended the same? God how I hope that I’d get another chance to feel your lips on mine, your hands in my hair with only each others company. Please. I beg to myself to god, this once. I know I’m not a man worthy of mercy nor will I ever make it into heaven, but please you can’t send an angel and expect me not to give into temptation. She’s my world, though every time we met, we took out our blades and danced in the moonlight barely able to distinguish the difference between our bodies and our shadows. We- no I grew used to our unexpected encounters, hoping maybe just maybe if I were really as lucky as the rumors say you’d hold me in your arms in the pale moonlight. I wait, a churning rising in my stomach. And to it replies silence, nothing, nothing at all. I glance up into her eyes, the eyes that often looked at me with a playfulness, now full of disbelief. I open my mouth to say something. Anything but I don’t get much word out before I’m interrupted by a feeling so heavenly no drug could ever compare. Her hands gripping the collar of my shirt along with her lips colliding with mine, maybe speaking really is overrated. I lose myself within the moment, till she finally pulls away for breath. I never used to believe in god till I met her and dear lord, thank you, so much. “This is your fault you know, if you weren’t so charming I wouldn’t have failed my mission.” She grins. There’s the woman I love, a smile like no other. One that shines brighter than any star. She gets up, her knife still in her hand, she says one last phrase before a chase like no other starts under the stars. “Catch me before the stroke of midnight and I’m yours, fail well I suppose I still have a red-headed tyrant to kill.” Seems like I’ve been given a chance to redeem myself, I’d be a fool not to take a offer that’s clearly in my favor. And with that the two chased each other, neither of the two willing to surrender to the other. (Yes he did catch her before midnight and you guys can imagine what they did so late 😉🤷‍♀️)

Great playlist as always!! Decided to write a little something something hope you enjoy

POV TIMEE (fem Y/N, really long 😨😨) The city below was far from her office, and even then the alarms of cars could still reach her ears. It was the evening, and yet she had nothing to do. Which wasn't irregular, as she normally had her employees do her dirty work. The dirty work, being what brought her so high up to the sky; lies and death just below her feet as she rose. But today, it was simply so boring and dreadfully slow. In search of entertainment, the mischievous woman had left her throne without a trace. Her assistant could never find her when she was bored. Just like a child who can't stand still for a single minute. The woman took her time to get to her favored place, admiring the busy city that she swiftly yet silently would take over from the inside out. A content sigh left her lungs; she loved the feeling of utter power. Yet before she could completely digest her overwhelming and well-earned achievements and soon-to-be-completed goals, she had already arrived at her destination. She took one last look at her buildings, before heading into the automatic doors. Once she had entered, there were many on high-alert. Y/N, on the other hand, was admiring the interior architecture. It was almost like a hospital. White, bright, and overly sanitary. She whistled outwardly, casually walking over to the front desk. "Can I help you?" A woman asked in a tense manner. "Pshhh. Yes, of course you can help me. I need the, uh... CEO of this lovely organization." Y/N leaned her arms on the counter, resting her chin on the backside of her hand. One of the other women at the front desk had dialed an extension on the phone, taking no time to call her boss. She most certainly had an idea of how dangerous the mafia leader could get when things didn't go her way. "Mr. Ragnvindr, "she" is here to see you." "Oh, well aren't you such a great help! I'll send in a good word for ya, dear," Y/N winked, walking towards the elevators. Two security guards had starting walking along side of her, just to be cautious. The woman paid no mind, simply skipping happily to her final destination. In the office, Diluc was not having a fun time. Papers were piled, and he hadn't even started on the one he had in front of him. Upon getting the alert that his rival and arch-nemesis was here, he was feeling more irritated than he was before. And at such perfect timing, the said rival barged through the doors, despite them being locked. Diluc sighed. He really needed to find a better way to keep people out of his office. "Right on time, Y/N," the man mumbled, saying the woman's name begrudgingly. "You know it. Wow, your decor is just spot-on. Where'd you find this stuff, at a garage sale?" Y/N said tauntingly. Diluc only sighed, focusing on his paperwork in efforts to forget the mafia leader existed. Though, she only made her presence more known to him. She took a seat on his desk, misplacing a few papers. The man glared at her, a warning. The lady only smiled in return, planning her next moves. The two sat in silence for a minute, before the woman rudely took away the pen Diluc was using. The man only sighed in defeat, a thud coming after his hand flopped onto the desk. "Hey... what happened to that defiance I liked so much? Aren't you gonna take this pen away from me?" Y/N whined jokingly. "I wouldn't give you the pleasure in doing so," Diluc said shortly. The lady crossed her arms. "Hmph. If I knew my entertainment was so shallow, I wouldn't have come." "Then why are you here?" "Well, I have to pay my visits to my dearest." Y/N suddenly crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Diluc moved his head back into his office chair, a heat spurring on the ends of his ears. "What are you doing?" Diluc asked, quite taken aback. "Oh, so now you're paying attention? I ought to do this more, I suppose," Y/N observed, closing the proximity between the two of them. The tension in the air was nearly suffocating, and Diluc could find no way out of this. The woman had him pinned down, literally- but internally, he couldn't complain. Whether Y/N was doing this for her own, twisted benefit, Diluc shamelessly couldn't care less. It was a dangerous dance, and the two were rehearsing. dying from embarrassment but like... hope y'all enjoyed... i need to go to bed 😭😭

Gender Neutral PoV: WARNING - Mature Rating 19+ Read at your own Risk, themes include manipulation and non-consent and other darker themes that may not agree with you etc., Modern AU / This may be long since I have the tendency to literally write longer short stories of one shots. Next parts are in the reply section. I literally write stories at this point. Edit: Split this into 3 parts, edits are just me correcting grammar that I catch myself XD You were sent to Mondstadt city on a mission. Your sibling went missing here and there were leads you were investigating and it kept on leading back to one particular group. A group you didn't want to interact with. There was a non-aggression pact between your family and theirs. That's why you thought it was safe for your sibling to go to Mondstadt. Then the news reached your ears. They found your sibling's personalized gun in the back alleys of where they were last seen, along with a broken necklace you gave them as a protective charm. You swore you will get to the bottom of their disappearance. Your family was against you leaving the captain position unattended so you appointed your next-in-command (choose whoever you want from the game), as temporary captain while you pleaded with your head family to let you go to Mondstadt. Here you are, bleeding. Your back slid down the wall of a dark ally with only a dim flickering light on your left. You lost their trail on you thanks to the rain. There was a gunshot wound on your right side. You were applying pressure on it to stem the bleeding. Curses were being exhaled from under your breath as you blame Kaeya, the Mondstadt's territory information broker, for giving you incorrect information. You were checking a lead and a Mondstadt mafia member at the bar recognized you and shot at you to impress his brothers at how fearless he was of you and your family. His shot missed you. So you retaliated with shooting him in the head from across the room. Dead center. Which now leads you to where you are now. Being chased by his brothers for vengeance. That's how a stray bullet was able to get you. You slowed your breathing to slow your heartbeat and counted to one hundred. You couldn't hear those frantic footsteps anymore for a while now. So you rest your head back on the wall and closed your eyes for a bit. You could feel your body temperature dropping a bit but you had no motivation to move yet. Even the feeling of the cool rain against your face was soothing. The sound of a metal door opening diagonally from you alerted you to draw your gun from it's holster with it pointed directly at the person who opened it. A man with blood red hair in a black bartender's suit was walking out with an umbrella in one hand and a couple of garbage bags in the other. His eyes widen at the sight of you but he wasn't surprised. As if this was almost a normal every day thing for him. "Can you put that gun away. I'm only trying to do my job which is taking out the trash. It was extremely dirty tonight and I had to work overtime to clean it up." He spoke with an alluring low timber which sent shivers down your body subconsciously. Slowly you lower your gun back down to your side but not back into it's holster. You weren't risking it. You turn your head away to a more comfortable position to rest. A signal was sent about your general location from your communicator but it was being jammed. So you could only wait for rescue in your current location. The rain suddenly stopped dripping on your face. On reflex you point your gun at the face that was leaning over you. The red head didn't even flinch at the sight of the gun in his face as he kept his posture to keep the umbrella over your head to prevent the rain. At closer inspection. you can see that his eyes were red too. "You're not from around here. Do you need a place to stay?" He suddenly offer. Still wary of his intentions, you don't lower your gun. He stood there, just staring straight into your eyes as you are staring at his. Trying to read each other's intentions. "You're bleeding. If you don't get it treated soon you may die of blood loss. My place is close by." He slowly reasoned with sincerity. Your mind raced with many possibilities of ulterior motives. There was also this weird scent of ripen grape emitting off him. He slowly raised his hand to place on the muzzle of your gun and slowly lowered it. He can see that you were vulnerable and barely holding the gun steady but you refused to let go. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have done it already. Even without the rain, it was still cold and you can see your breath in front of you. Or was that your vision going white? Your body falls over and he catches you into his embrace as you pass out. You don't see the smile on his face as he grazed his lips over the crown of your head. His embrace slightly tighten around your body as if afraid of you disappearing. Part 2 in the Reply Section

к концу плейлиста, я очень удачно попал эпичным моментом в pov из комментов, одновременно с эпичным моментом в песне. Такой эстетики я давно не ощущал)) спасибо автор плейлиста и все писатели в комментах :D

What i love about your channel compared to other character focused music comps is how you make a scenario in the title, provide proper credits, and create beautiful visual/audio edits for immersion. I love the way you work, and your music selection is good for when I need BG music.

[...] Staring back to her reflection in the mirror, she forced herself to smile several times to wipe away the traces of her misery. She fixed her make-up and put on a lovely smile on her face then veered to her left and squealed in terror when she saw Master Cole sitting in the doorway. She clutched the edge of the marble countertop for balance and grasped her chest as if she tried to push her heart back in. “You, uh- , Master Cole. I mean- ” she stuttered without taking her eyes off the floor. “God fucking damn it, I think something died in me.” She cursed and watched her hands trembling uncontrollably. “So, it was you who stormed out of my scene.” His boots’ muffled thuds revived fresh memories of how he used them on his sub. “Umm-” Alyssa finally looked up at him and noticed he didn’t have his mask or gloves on anymore. “Yes or no ?” he aided the nervous woman in finding her words before taking another step closer. “Yes…and no.” She replied amused. “Yes and no ? How does that work ?” He raised an eyebrow showing her that dark side of him she coveted. “Well, yes it was me if you 100% know it was me and… no, it wasn’t me if you’re anything below 100% sure it was me.” Alyssa giggled, entertained by her own playfulness. “You’re a funny one.” He said, then finally stopped at arm’s length from her. “I try-” She swallowed the knot in her throat when she felt his overwhelming presence practically engulfing her tiny build. “May I ask, what made you rush out of my scene like you’ve seen the devil himself ?” “Umm-” Her amber eyes climbed up his large torso until they met his fixated stare. “I mean, the scene was over, right ?” “Almost, yes. So what was it ?” “Nothing you did really, it was just over so-” “Has anyone ever told you you’re a bad liar ?” “No” Alyssa frowned at his question, slightly offended. “Well, you are the worst liar. Was it the kiss ?” “Pff- ” was all she could sputter out, and even that sound combined with the eye roll she gave him seemed the worst replacement for what she really thought. With a slight tilt of his head, he crossed his arms on his chest and probed further. “Was it too soft for your taste ? You never pictured a Sadist being as caring ?” Cole closed the remaining distance between them almost imperceptibly. “N-no, no, it’s nothing like that. I think it was sweet and- ” she stopped and looked to her right, looking for an escape as she felt trapped between him and the marble countertop. “What are you doing here anyway ? This is the women's restroom.” She resumed, grateful she found the only argument it could save her. “I knew that was you and I figured you’d be here. It’s the place everyone seeks when in distress. I wanted to make sure you’re okay after watching my scene.” “You do that for all your viewers ?” Alyssa scoffed, unbelieving his words and when he didn’t reply, she searched his face only to notice a subtle smile surfacing on his otherwise serious look. “You got me here. I never do that.” “So why did you ?” Alyssa tipped her head back somewhat smug. There was never a moment in his life where he fervently wished he’d wipe that look from a submissive’s face like he felt that night, but it wasn’t the time or place, though the more he knew about her, the more he felt challenged. “Truth be told, Alyssa, ” the way he emphasized her name turned her brain into a mush and if it wasn’t for the hard stone behind her that supported her, she’d be down at his feet. “You distracted me tonight.” “During your scene ?” The woman furrowed her brows in confusion. “No, I didn’t know you were there until the end, besides, my attention is entirely on my sub during scenes, I wouldn’t care who’s watching us.” “Then I don’t understand.” “You gave me a certain… vibe, back when we met at the bar, and although our interaction was rather short, I discovered enough to know where you’re coming from. Your presence in my scene only confirmed what I already suspected.” “What’s that ?” Alyssa whispered the question and then repeated it louder. “You’re a submissive, yes, but also a masochist. Am I right ?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” She brushed a lock of her silky ebony hair behind her right ear. “I didn’t ask you to talk about it or tell me your life story. I asked a simple question. Are you a masochist ?” “Would it matter ?” “Are you always this difficult ?” He let his arms down along his body and Alyssa instinctively backed away except she had no more room to cower in, her ass was already digging into the cold, hard stone. “Does it bother you ?” She found it thrilling to irate him and see his reactions, she was clearly chasing that fear and excitement he delivered. On top of that, she was sure he could not follow through with his desires. His chest swell, making him even bigger if that was possible and then slouched over her, planting each hand on either side of her body, trapping her between him and the sinks’ countertop. He wasn’t touching her, he wasn’t hurting her in any way, he wasn’t doing anything other than that. Alyssa relieved some of her weight onto her hands and bent back to avoid his upper body meeting hers. “It doesn’t bother me at all, Alyssa.” _Fuck, calling my name again_ . Alyssa fluttered her eyes, losing herself to the sound of his voice. “As I said before, I like it, which explains my earlier statement. You kept my mind busy tonight and I hardly performed.” “I think you performed very well.” Alyssa looked down to the outline of his pecs before lifting up her chin to meet his strong jaw so close to her face she could feel every breath of his. He didn’t say anything, but she heard him scoffing in disapproval or exasperation, then she followed his searching stare focusing on her left hand resting close to his on the cool marble. That white band around her wrist seemed to be the only obstacle that kept him at bay and the second she realized what he was looking at, she knew how serious the club’s members were about the rules and protocols. She also falsely believed she was in control and held the power, but it wasn’t as fun as she would’ve thought and instead she decided to have a moment of honesty instead of relishing her power. “It was the kiss.” She mumbled, staring at his big palm firmly sitting near hers. It pained her how close they were without being able to do anything about it. “I know.” He whispered back, and his torturing hot breath climbed down the side of her neck raising the little hairs on her nape. As if someone else controlled her mind and muscles, Alyssa looked up at him and met his lips close to hers. The heat between their bodies intensified and she felt his cold blue eyes tearing down all her walls and defenses. [...]

POV? Careful, it might be a bit... unpleasant... at times. Such is the nature of this business... *~* The day started off rather bright: your agent messaged you about successfully infiltrating your rival's distillery, your right hand had mentioned a gala in your honor for funding the construction of a magic school, you even woke up to a light snow floating outside of your window‐ your favorite kind of morning. "Your tea," the butler says at your elbow, and you motion to the cup with your free hand as you scroll through recent news on your phone. "Did you hear about the new circus coming to town?" you ask, exiting the article and continuing to scroll. "Would you like me to take your nephew?" he asks as he sets it down. "That would be splendid," you reply, and a new message dings. You open it only to have your morning ruined by a picture. "What is it?" You show him the troublesome image of your agent from his own phone, and he grunts sadly. "He was a good man." "I don't think he'll last too long in that condition," you growl, just as the phone rings from the same number. He leaves without a word and you push Answer. "Did you get my message?" It's the devil, himself. In the back, you can hear small whimpers that make you unbearably angry for not being able to do anything right now. "What're you playing at?" you growl back, staring sightlessly out the window. "What are YOU playing at? What's he doing here?" Your mind races to find something believable. "Don't bother lying, I already found the pack of powder. It would be a shame for something to happen to that building under construction..." That pack? So he'd at least managed to empty the other two. Good. "What do you mean?" you make yourself say. "I just sent him over to get a quote." Diluc lets out a bark of laughter. "That's the perfect spot for a new school," you continue your plan on the fly. "You're crazier than I thought. You hear that?" his voice retreats from the device, "she says she doesn't value your life." Your underling spits out a word unfamiliar to your rival, but you know it means he's willing to die for you. He gets rewarded with pain, and you close your eyes for a moment. Your agent knows you'll get revenge for the fallen. You always do. "Don't insult me, stupid," your rival tells him, and your fist clenches. "Could you be nice enough to send him on his way?" you ask, already knowing the answer. "We could tall about this over dinner." "Ha! You think-" "Sir?" another voice on the other side of the line draws his attention, and a few seconds later he comes back on, all humor gone. You know you should be worried, or concerned, or angry, and yet your thighs clench at the sound of his deadly threat. "I'll deal with YOU later." There's the sound of a firearm before the line goes dead, and a big part of you is vengeful for what he just did, but another part, a smaller more bothersome part, is thrilled at the thought of him trying. You tear out of the room spitting out instructions to guard the building, and the nephew, and a few other adjustments to make sure he doesn't sneak someone into YOUR business. Then with nothing else to do until tonight's gala, you hit the gym hard. Picturing his smug, red-eyed face with every punch to the bag, sweating buckets as you imagine chasing him with a knife on the treadmill, scaring your sparring partner with the strength of your kicks to the pads that you pretend are the crimson back of his head. You overextend on one kick and end up falling, laying on the ground while trying to catch your breath. "Boss?" his concerned face comes into view, and you don't even bother lifting a hand. "I'm done, Reed, you can go." "Yes, Boss. You want a-" "You can go." "Ok." And he goes. You let your body cool down, not moving from that spot until you make yourself go get your water. Your body feels tired, but you still have a rolling boil in your veins as you leave to shower. He'd be there. And you were going to be ready.

Smack. The side of the beautiful revolver you were holding ploughed into his cheek. “Goodness gracious, I didn’t think you would pistol-whip me…” He looks up grinning slyly, cheek turning red; like those infuriatingly alluring eyes of his. “Apologies, your face just looks so slappable. I’d feel pity if you weren’t such a pretentious bastard.” “Darling, you’ve forgotten one thing.” Sing-songy his tone, it put you on high alert. “And that would be?” “I’m a *devilishly handsome* pretentious bastard.” The words flow like honey from his mouth: smooth, indulgent. You chuckle. “I suppose I can’t argue,” you put the muzzle of the gun to his chest. “Pray tell, you’re my enemy. Why shouldn’t I kill you here and now?” It was over for you the moment his hands so gently held your waist.

I just woke up😧 THEN I SEE DILUC'S FACE??? BEST DAY EVER IF U ASK ME🤭

I have a genuine question... what kind of crack do you put in your Diluc playlists?????????????? Idk why they always hit me so hard omg they're so good

golly gosh geepers you nailed this omg- 😳💗

Amazing as always, kalon♡

I got this while watching my pride and I was just laughing at the fact of it-

Man I love your music playlists❤️

Amazing playlist ❤❤❤❤ good job ❤❤❤❤

OMG DILUCC ❤❤❤ PLS GIVE ME POVS, PPL!! IM A DILUC SIMP KIN AND MAIN

I SQUEALED SO LOUD I WOKE UP MY CAT

Can you make a spicy venti playlist? (He’s my fav)

bark bark

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another day, another time of adding one of your playlists to my meta-playlist 💞💞

I love nina