The atmosphere is filled with a sense of satisfaction and closeness, much like the calm waters of Liyue Harbor after a storm has passed.

Childe’s cerulean eyes held a soft, contented gleam, his panting breaths evening out steady. Callous fingers trace lazy patterns on the sheets, basking in the aftermath of the closeness; insatiably leaning in to suck on hickeys he’d already left behind on his paramour.

“Fuck, you were amazing, baby.” he breathes, ghosting the sensitive skin of their throat.