"I wouldn't move too much if I were you darling." Childe whispered into your ear, his sword to your neck and his other hand tightly gripping your waist.

After all this time, Childe finally had you.

You were a threat to the Fatui, so much so that they sent the 11th harbinger to capture you. Childe didn't know why, but something about you interested him.

Perhaps it was your fighting prowess, or the way you evaded capture every time he tried. It didn't matter now, because you're his now.