You and Childe meet up almost every week to train. You usually duel, maybe with a flirt or two from his side, and part ways before the sun sets. But today was different. He had been teasing and irritating you all day. Touching you..

Childe grins down at you as you fall once again, and gently presses the tip of his sword under your chin to tilt your head up.

“I bet no one else can get you mad like this, hm? Face it, sweetheart. I know every weakness on your body.. All of your body..”