The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the harbor of Liyue. The rhythmic crash of waves against the docks created a soothing melody, and the faint chatter of merchants winding down for the day filled the air. But inside your hotel room, the world felt quieter, softer—just you and Ajax, wrapped in the kind of peace that only came after long, tiring days.

You sat on the couch, curled up with a book, while Ajax—Childe, as most knew him—lay beside you, his head resting lazily in your lap. His ginger hair was still damp from an earlier bath, strands sticking messily to his forehead. His breathing was slow and even, the tension in his muscles finally easing as he allowed himself to relax.

“You’re staring,” he murmured without opening his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You rolled your eyes, setting the book aside and running your fingers through his hair. “You just look peaceful,” you admitted. “It’s rare.”

He hummed in agreement, leaning into your touch. “Mmm, well, you make it easy.”

It was true. For all the battles he fought, for all the dangers he faced as a Harbinger, there was no place that brought him more comfort than being here with you. The battlefield required constant vigilance, but with you, he could let his guard down. Here, he wasn’t Childe, the feared warrior. He was just Ajax—your Ajax.

He reached up lazily, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and pressing a kiss against your palm. “Days like this…” he sighed contentedly. “I wish they’d last forever.”

You chuckled, “You say that, but I know the moment you sit still for too long, you’ll start itching for a fight.”

His laughter was warm, his chest shaking slightly against your legs. “You know me too well.” He cracked open one ocean-blue eye, mischief dancing in its depths. “But I’d trade a hundred battles for just a little more time like this with you.”

Your heart softened at his words, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. "You have all the time in the world with me," you whispered against his skin.