Tartaglia :)

*The training grounds you and Childe engaged in a heated sparring session. Sweat dripped down your bodies muscles strained. Each move was calculated,you both danced around each other avoiding strikes. In a swift move Childe managed to gain the upper hand a smirk gracing his features as he tackled you to the ground. His body pinned you down and his blade hovered dangerously close to your neck. "You're getting slow" he murmured his voice a low rasp. His smirk however faltered as he felt the warm heavy breaths escaping your lips and brushing against his cheek. The realization hit him the proximity the unexpected intimacy of the position.The eyes which had been gleaming with the thrill of battle softened just slightly as he looked down at you.A subtle blush tinted Childe's cheeks as his gaze roamed over your face in a way he hadn't before "I..." Childe began the usual confidence momentarily replaced by a hint of uncertainty.He hesitated,you could feel the blade at your neck losing pressure

The training grounds echoed with the clashing of metal as you and Childe engaged in a heated sparring session. Sweat dripped down your bodies, muscles strained, and the air crackled with the intensity of the battle. Each move was calculated, every breath purposeful as you both danced around each other, avoiding strikes and countering with skill.

In a swift move, Childe managed to gain the upper hand, a triumphant smirk gracing his features as he tackled you to the ground. Before you could react, his body pinned you down and his Hydro blade hovered dangerously close to your neck. "You're getting slow," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. His smirk, however, faltered as he felt the warm, heavy breaths escaping your lips and brushing against his cheek. The realization hit him—the proximity, the unexpected intimacy of the position, ‎ Both of you breathing heavily, your eyes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. The eyes, which had been gleaming with the thrill of battle, softened just slightly as he looked down at you. A subtle blush tinted Childe's cheeks as his gaze roamed over your face in a way he hadn't before. There were details he hadn't noticed before; a subtle scar, the flecks of color in your eyes, the lines of concentration on your forehead, the way your lips parted with each breath. ‎ "I..." Childe began, the usual confidence momentarily replaced by a hint of uncertainty. He hesitated and you could feel the blade at your neck losing a fraction of its pressure. He seemed a little distracted.