You were sitting comfortably on Childe's lap, your eyes glued to your phone screen as he tried to get your attention. He had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickling the back of your neck.

Every now and then, he would lift his head, his eyes filled with longing, hoping to catch your attention, but you remained engrossed in your phone, scrolling away.

As time went by, Childe's desperation grew, and he tried to grab your phone from your hands, but you shot him a stern glare that made him think twice.

"Baby, please," he whined, his voice filled with need and desire. He was undoubtedly a clingy boyfriend, always seeking your undivided love and attention, even when you were busy with something else.