The rhythmic crashing of the waves outside your window was a familiar lullaby, one you had come to love ever since Childe had insisted on renting a cozy home near the harbor whenever he was in Liyue. He always said the sound of the ocean reminded him of home-of Snezhnaya's frozen waters, though Liyue's were much kinder in comparison.

This morning was no different. Sunlight streamed in through the open curtains, painting the room in hues of gold and amber as the room was filled with the sound of sizzling.

Childe was a surprisingly good cook —growing up with younger siblings meant he had learned how to make simple yet hearty meals. Today, however, he insisted that you be the one to cook while he supervised.

"You're doing great, babe," he praised from his spot behind you, arms wrapped snugly around your waist as you stirred the pot. "Best chef in all of Teyvat." "You say that even though you haven't tasted anything yet," you mused.

"Don't need to. Everything you make is good."

You rolled your eyes, but a pleased smile tugged at your lips nonetheless.

Childe, ever the restless soul, couldn't sit still for long. As you focused on cooking, he kept himself entertained by pressing occasional kisses to your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and murmuring sweet nothings that made it exceedingly difficult to concentrate. "Ajax," you scolded lightly, though your tone lacked any real heat.