The Strongest Woman In Teyvat Is Visionless

Chapter 4.2

Here's part 2. Enjoy!

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As the evening rolled on, the usual crowd began to shuffle in, bringing the tavern to life with the hum of conversation and the clinking of mugs. It wasn't long before Kaeya made his usual entrance, strolling in with a lazy smile plastered on his face.

"Ah, there she is," he called out as he approached the bar, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mondstadt's most lethal bouncer. Still keeping everyone in line?"

You rolled your eyes but smirked slightly at his greeting. "As long as they pay their tabs, I won't need to get lethal."

Kaeya chuckled, leaning against the counter with his usual air of ease. "Always so sharp. I'd expect nothing less from you."

From behind the bar, Diluc glanced over, his expression neutral but his eyes following the exchange. He was used to Kaeya flirting with you; it happened almost every night. Usually, it didn't bother him—but tonight, something about it felt different. He found himself paying more attention than usual, a frown creeping onto his face as he polished a glass.

The shift continued uneventfully until a minor scuffle broke out near the far corner of the tavern. A couple of rowdy patrons, already a little too deep into their drinks, started raising their voices. You sighed, already stepping forward to handle it before things got out of hand.

"Here we go," you muttered under your breath as you approached the table.

One of the men stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He was clearly spoiling for a fight, but you weren't in the mood to indulge him. Without hesitation, you reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder.

In an instant, the man froze under your grip. A chill ran down his spine, and for a brief second, he swore he could feel the cold touch of death breathing down his neck. He looked into your eyes and saw something terrifying in their calmness—like a sleeping beast that could wake up at any moment and end him. Death.

His heart hammered in his chest. "If I don't listen... I'm dead." The thought seized him with such force that his knees nearly buckled.

"If you want to keep drinking," you said, your voice calm and level, "you're going to sit back down and behave."

The man swallowed thickly, beads of sweat forming on his brow. Without another word, he muttered something under his breath and sat back down, his eyes wide with fear. The fight was over before it even started.

As you turned to head back to the bar, you caught Diluc's eyes on you. His gaze lingered a little longer than usual, and as you walked past, something strange flickered across his face. He blinked, his usually calm, collected expression faltering for just a moment.

He was staring at you. Really staring. And then...

"Wait... she's... actually pretty?" The thought struck Diluc out of nowhere, catching him completely off guard. He'd never really thought about it before. You were always just y/n, the tough, no-nonsense bouncer. But now, seeing you up close, in this light, it hit him for the first time—your features were... elegant.

The soft curve of your face, the sharp glint in your eyes—everything about you exuded confidence, but there was something else there, too. Something softer.

He felt a blush rise to his cheeks, quickly looking away and cursing himself for it. "This is ridiculous. Why am I blushing?" he thought, trying to shake it off. But no matter how hard he tried to push the thought aside, it lingered in the back of his mind.