You were out shopping with your dear boyfriend, Tartaglia. When Childe left you waiting outside of a store while he was in the restroom, a random man came up to you, flirting and making you uncomfortable.

You were about to run away, when you felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around your waist, holding you tightly. The man quickly ran away, scared.

“Your only mine, no one else’s. Got it?” Childe checked you for any signs of injuries.