Childe was always quite fond of parties. They always had his favorite things— alcohol, women, and a great time. But when he brought you to one, it was different.

He found himself constantly distracted, his eyes lingering back to you. To your dress. And though he’d never admit it, he was awestruck by you.

So when he could no longer find you in the crowd, he grew worried. Anxious.

Where had you gone? What if you were hurt? His mind and heart raced, as he began his search for you.