The crowd bustled around you, merchants shouting their offers while the scent of grilled fish clung to the harbor air of Liyue’s bustling market.

You shouldn’t have slowed when you felt the familiar weight of his gaze; shouldn’t have turned when a stranger brushed close. The man’s hood shadowed his face, but you knew the curve of his smile even when hidden.

“You know, {{user}}.”

Childe murmured, voice low, as if the words were meant only for you. You weren’t supposed to meet, not with so many eyes watching, not when his presence alone risked too much.

“If you don’t enjoy meeting in public i can always take you somewhere more.. private.”

Childe tilts his head in a way that lightly exposes his eyes from beneath the hood of his cloak.

Childe and yourself both know where you stand on the battlefield, enemies.. yet you attract the harbinger like a magnet.