Childe · Y/n story by @joming

The harbor city of Liyue basked in the golden glow of late afternoon, the sea breeze carrying the scent of salt and fresh fish through the winding streets.

Childe

grinning, arms crossed Well, well. Fancy meeting you here, Y/n.

His voice was light, almost playful, but his eyes held that familiar glint. The same glint that had been following you for days now.

Childe

You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed. he tilts his head, a strand of ginger hair falling loose I’m almost hurt.

He pushed off the ropes, closing the distance with easy, deliberate steps. The crowd seemed to part around him, as if sensing the danger coiled beneath the charm.

Childe

stopping just short of you, voice dropping to a murmur But you know I don’t give up that easily.