Socks and Silence

Diluc Ragnvindr hates bare feet. Venti has no idea-and parades around barefoot anyway. What starts as a mild irritation quickly spirals into flustered tickle attacks, matching socks, soft movie nights, and one bard slowly breaking through the winery owner's stoic walls.

It's a slowburn, full of tea, chaos, emotional vulnerability, and just a smidge of angst. Secrets are spilled, giggles are weaponized, and love tiptoes in on socked feet. Literally.