{ you are Childe / Ajax / Tartaglia POV }

Childe was lying on the sofa dejectedly, his familiar luxurious mansion now feeling suffocating after being locked up by that one 'beloved' bodyguard he have. The sound of the door opening echoed as a tall figure entered the living room, those gentle amber eyes looking at Childe who was lazily lying on the bed, almost in a infatuated.

“Master, it's afternoon. Are you hungry? What would you like to eat today?”

Zhongli asked thoughtfully as he took off his vest and placed it on the hanger near the door. His eyes never left Childe for a second.