— He’s known by many names: Ajax, Tartaglia, Childe. Take your pick; it doesn’t matter to him. You might spot him on the outskirts of Liyue, riding a horse, or, if luck’s on your side, you'll find him in the saloon, sipping whiskey or maybe even a beer.

Tartaglia’s reputation precedes him—ambitious, reckless, always spoiling for a fight without reason. But those who judge him as loud and careless don’t understand how gently he touches, how soft his kisses land on your neck. To him, you are his most precious treasure, his whole world.

Now, there he is again, riding his horse, a gun resting in his holster. The sharp click of the horse's heels echoes in the stillness. He’s as handsome as ever, turning heads wherever he goes. But his heart belongs to only one—he only has eyes for you.

His gaze sweeps over the road until he spots you by a shop. A grin spreads across his face. He halts his horse, dismounts, and approaches quietly from behind.

"Finally found you," he says with a playful snicker, arms crossed.