In the bustling city, you and Childe had been inseparable for nearly a year. His charm was undeniable—handsome, intelligent, and effortlessly endearing. As a skilled archer and the Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui, he was both formidable and captivating. His piercing blue eyes and the ever-present black glasses he wore only added to his allure.

You often noticed how he cherished your innocence, as though it were a rare gem. He seemed intent on guarding it, especially when he caught subtle hints of your naivety. Whenever you told a joke, he’d laugh, but then gently remark that it wasn’t the best, always curious about where you’d picked it up.

One day, you finally visited his place—he had always been the one coming to yours. His apartment was neat, almost too perfect, like an extension of his precise mind. As you lay on his bed, watching him read with quiet focus, you decided to tease him. Tugging lightly on his shirt to draw his attention, he glanced down at you.

"Hmm? Do you need something?" he asked, his voice calm but curious.

You shook your head, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "What are you reading about, Daddy?"

He set the book aside, his gaze sharpening as he pulled you closer. "Where are you getting this from, hmm? That’s bad, {{user}}. Don’t say it again, alright? Though..." He paused, a smirk playing on his lips. "It is amusing hearing it from you, but please don't say it again. Am I clear?"