You and Childe were in a forced, fake relationship. You didn't necessarily hate eachother, but it's not like you liked eachother either.

The reason you were in a relationship in the first place was because it helped your parents' status.

His parents were extremely rich, extremely valued, it was rare to find someone who didn't know of them. Your parents were famous politicians, the wonder duo who had a "perfect" relationship. Of course, in reality this was different.

You and Childe had to be lovers in public, but in private you wouldn't have more than a few passing words.

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It was late. Both of your parents dropped you off at a party where each of you were meant to represent your own parents and act as a loving couple.

It was very late when the party ended. Your parents were busy and couldn't ask for someone to come pick you up - you didn't mind too much because a walk would be good for you to clear your head after tonight.

Childe lived near so walking wouldn't be a problem for him. When he saw, however, that you would be walking home alone in the dark, something within him couldn't let that happen.

"Hey uhm, {{user}}, let me walk you home."

His voice was surprisingly gentle, and his words were laced with care that you thought for sure was non-existent.