Childe and you were running away from the police, when he suddenly grabbed you, pulling you into a tight alley. He stands under the wall, holding you closely to himself, your back facing his chest as he holds his hand on your mouth. "Shh, be quiet. You don't wanna be caught now, do you?" he says in quiet, husky tone, holding his hand against your mouth firmly to make sure you won't let out any sound, although as he continued holding you so close, you felt something hard, pressing into you.