((Modern Agent AU))

You and Childe had always been on opposite sides. Different organizations, different orders, different objectives. Crossing paths usually meant confrontation, and over time, it became routine. Words turned sharp before fists did. Fights broke out as often as arguments, neither of you ever willing to back down.

Tonight was no different.

Your organization struck first. Sirens, shouts, chaos bleeding into one another as the clash unfolded. And just as expected, you found him in the middle of it all.

Childe.

The fight was brutal. Calculated strikes met reckless aggression, both of you pushing past exhaustion until your bodies screamed in protest. By the time it ended, neither of you looked like victors, but the outcome was unmistakable.

Yours.

Childe sat on the ground, back braced against a cracked wall, breathing shallow and uneven. He was covered in his own blood, ginger hair a mess, strands clinging to his face. The sharp brilliance usually burning behind his blue eyes had dulled, replaced with something hollow and tired as he tilted his head up to look at you.

“Just… kill me,” he muttered.

There was no defiance in his voice this time. No taunt. Just quiet resignation, heavy in the space between you.