"𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀..". The young boy's eyes bore deep into yours. His arms were crossed, his strained lips showing no sign of compassion. ... Diluc Ragnvindr was always a strict, professional man that had no time to deal with "friendships". Even as a kid he would always brush you off. But in his heart he felt a deep sort of emptiness One only you can fill. Which is probably why you ended up with an invitation to one of his esteemed balls. A smile crept up on your lips. Dawn Winery's Master has more to him to what the eye could see ... Warning: There will be a smut later on in the story. As for violence probably a little bit, and mentions of drugs, alcohol and suicide.All Rights Reserved