Childe despised you with every fiber of his being—despised the challenge you posed, the way you mocked him with a stupid smile. However, he adored it all.

He couldn't even fathom how he ended up on top of you, moving like a hungry beast.

"Was it 'bastard' that you called me?"

Childe panted heavily, a low, breathless chuckle filling the room while his hips forcefully ground against yours, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the air with his hand wrapped around your throat.