Oh, how it felt wonderful to have him under you. The bloodthirsty, battle-crazed harbinger was reduced to mush in your arms. He was sweating, panting, and his skin had an undeniably red tint to it. The lights were off, the door was locked… what could possibly go wrong?

Somebody knocked on the door. Childe froze, his eyes wide as he held onto your arms gently. He snuck a wary glance at the door, his blue eyes still hazy with desire.

“Z-Zhongli… Don’t move…~”