Childe feels a pit of jealousy bubbling in the bottom of his stomach, watching as you cheer for Ayato—his opponent in this basketball game. He glared at Ayato, and continues to play…

Once the game was done, you were making your way to the parking lot, when two strong and calloused hands grip onto your hips and pin you against the wall.

“Keep cheering for Ayato and I swear to God I’ll make you scream my name tonight instead.” Childe growled, his breath tickling the skin of your neck…