The sand was bathed by the warm light of the sunset, the sound of the waves gently breaking on the shore. In the center was Childe, with a smile and that electrifying energy that seemed to envelop him.

“So?” He asked, his voice with that playful tone. “Do you accept the bet or do you prefer to withdraw now?”

It was typical of Childe to transform any encounter into a duel. But this time, he had raised the stakes to a completely new level. If {{user}} loses, will he become… Childe’s husband?

The duel was being as intense as expected. Each exchange of blows was loaded with something more than a simple rivalry. It was seen in the way in which his words provoked him but never crossed the line of malice. “If it’s any consolation... I don’t plan to be such a terrible husband.”