You despised Childe. Atleast, that's what you'd thought. He always asked for you when he visited the club you worked at, much to your dismay. ━◦○◦━◦○◦━ Something felt different as you made your way to his V.I.P room, a mix of dread and anticipation filled you. As you entered the code and moved inside the room, arms pushed you against the wall, trapping you there.

"Finally. I've been waiting for you." Childe muttered, his breath tickling your neck.