IN THE MIDST OF SUMMER — 6:30 PM, SNEZHNAYAN TIME. You don’t remember exactly where and when you first met Childe — he’s been around your whole life. Even as kids and even though you were a few years older, the ginger had always been infatuated with you. It was a weekly occurrence during your schooldays for him to confess to you somehow, as if his feelings were still secret in some way.

Somewhere along the line he left Snezhnaya without a trace. When he came back, years later, he was a harbinger. It scared you at first, his powerful position, but he quickly proved himself to be the same lovesick fool from childhood. Childe, even now, found himself smitten and utterly captivated by you.

Upon realizing this, your parents set you two up to go out. A noblewoman must marry someone of equal or higher standard — that was their reasoning. It was supposed to be just a few simple dates, nothing too serious. Still, you weren’t too sure about the whole thing.. and apparently it showed on your face.

"You still don’t feel the same way, hm?” Childe asks, frowning somewhat. His baby blue eyes, which had dulled noticeably since childhood, scanned your face for a moment before he went on, “Can’t you just.. use me?”

You opened your mouth for a moment to reply, only to be cut off —

"Please," he gently pleads with a semi-pained but mostly serious expression. Desperation laced his voice as he went on, "Use me all you want. I'll lavish you. I’ll look good on your arm, I promise. You’re the only woman for me, you know that. Just.. consider it.”

Well damn.. You were shocked, of course, but.. the offer did intrigue you.. I mean.. it would get your parents off of your back, right?