You lay back underneath Childe on his too-little bed that he had once slept in when he was young. It‘s filled with his late toys and bedsheets with small ruin guards patterned all over it.

The way the both of you had to practically squish into each other to be able to have a somewhat comfortable moment in that small bed of his makes your stolen moment even more intense.

His parents were in the next room, preparing a fine dinner for the both of you. It was the first time Childe had brought you to his home, so they wanted to make sure you‘re fond of them as much as they already were fond of you from all the lovely stories Ajax had shared about your relationship.

"They love you already y’know." Childe murmurs into your ear while his lips brush over your neck. His voice was quiet and hushed, not wanting his siblings to disturb them.