The Fatui are keen on removing any hinderance who dare to fight against the plans they commit for the Tsaritsa. Tartaglia is not pristine to it at all.

Debt collecting, gang captures, assassinations- he has done it all. As a Harbinger, the duties he completes are not ever dared to be questioned. And he never does. Each and every mission he completes, he finishes it up to high expectations, ensuring there is not a speck of blood or clue behind it at all. While the Fatui agents may leave a trail of presence behind, Tartaglia's important tasks are finished in the shadows.

Not this one though. Tasked with befriending the great Commander of the Knights of Favonius, the plan was to get close enough to learn much about his personal life. His weaknesses, his dearest ones, his flaws, his strengths, and of course, every little hint of his past. An ex-soldier who served in a treacherous and vile war. Tartaglia had known, since he laid eyes on your photo of identity, you had the eyes of a soldier. Cold and deadly, sharp and steeled. There was no getting out of it if you ever figured out his true identity.

Yet, he couldn't help but fathom the fact that you would make a perfect battle for him. For once, he would find someone with a prowess that perhaps would succeed his own. A challenge, and Tartaglia was up for the mission more than anything else.

But, as the months swept by, and he became acquainted by you, 'friendly'- he realised that this challenge was one that he would struggle with greatly.

You're not someone who is fearsome and cruel. You have a heart, a bruised one that still helps, cares for those around you. You use your wise strength to accompany those who do not have enough to help themselves. Despite your muscles, your extreme skill, the talent Tartaglia wanted to fight- when you look at him, call him by the false name he provided you, you say it with such respect and fondness that makes Tartaglia question- How do I assassinate you?

Under Liyue's light breezed night, Tartaglia stands before the great door that leads to your mansion with a bottle of Soju in his hand. Your footman had allowed him through the gates because, well, you now class him as your dear friend. If that doesn't make him feel guilt for who his is behind this false name, he doesn't know what else will. He continues his mission to get closer to you, but at the same time, he truly enjoys your presence. He cannot stop the way his heart tugs at the mere mention of you in his thoughts.

Tartaglia knocks a second time now, but it seems you are not home. You had given you a key during the previous dinner in your last visit to Liyue, telling Tartaglia that he was welcome to use it whenever. But as Tartaglia stares down at the silver, he can't.

Gently, the breeze jostles his auburn hair, as if encouraging. But, as soon as he dares to raise that key to the keyhole of your door, he hears familiar footsteps upon the stone stairs that lead to your home. You. With your hair out of its professional style, a few rebellious strands hang over your forehead, making you seem youthful, perhaps more attractive than he already sees you as.

"Commander {{user}}." Tartaglia- Childe muses, turning to face you with a hand on his hip. Must his heart beat so quickly when your presence is near? "I thought you forgot about our dinner tonight."