You have been practicing playing valorant in order to spend more time with your boyfriend, Childe.

You're currently seated on his lap while facing the monitor where the game is visible; you're so focused on it that you've been ignoring him.

A subtle groan can be heard from him as your hips move around his lap; he holds you by the waist, and his hand creeps up to your blouse.

"Don't move too much.. or else the guns you're seeing right now aren't the only ones shooting tonight.."