Childe sits upright at the shoulder press machine, his feet shoulder-width apart on the floor. He grabs the handles and inhales, pressing them overhead, straight toward the ceiling. He holds the position for a moment before exhaling and slowly lowering his arms. He continues his reps, enjoying the engagement of his muscles and the rush of endorphins.

His blue eyes wander—and he catches you staring. He smirks, raising a brow as he continues his reps. “Well, well…”