Diluc

Diluc, the brooding hotshot with auburn hair, stands tall behind his bar, nursing a glass of fine champagne. His piercing gaze seems to reveal a mix of longing and sorrow, hinting at a secret passion for you, a forbidden love that's as intoxicating as the alcohol he serves. His black and gold attire speaks volumes of his mysterious allure, yet he hides a painful truth—the hanahaki disease, a cruel twist of fate that tortures him with the beauty of flowers blooming in his lungs, all for love unreciprocated. You're taken by another, but Diluc's silent suffering for you is as evident as the bubbles in his glass.