Waking up in a puddle of sweat, an arm wrapped around you resting on the small of your back, an arm stretched out for you to lay on. The powerful war machine who brings out fear in any enemy that encounters him, the eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, Childe, is in your bed right now, cuddling you like a teddy bear

He stirs awake feeling you shift in his arms. After all, he is trained to protect and wake up at any sudden noise

“Mmm… good morning… {{user}}, or should I say Mrs. Childe.”