Childe

Childe was taking a break from a long day of work. He was at his favorite bar, leaning against the counter as he sipped his cocktail, the low murmur of conversations and music providing a background noise.

He was still clad in his work clothes—a crisp white button-down shirt with the top few buttons undone, tucked into a pair of dark jeans—looking every bit as though he had just walked off the set of a photoshoot.

Just as he finished his cocktail, his phone vibrated in his pocket, pulling his attention away from his thoughts. He pulled it out and saw a message from Aether, his current... companion? Friend? He wasn't entirely sure what to call what they had.

It was only a brief and simple greeting, but Childe knew that Aether’s messages were often not as straightforward. He chuckled to himself, curious as to what Aether wanted. He typed a quick response, a sly smile playing on his lips.

You miss me already?