Zhongli pushed childe against the wall roughly, his hands planted firmly on his chest. He looked down into his bright azure eyes with his own glowing amber ones, a provocative smile on his lips as he leaned down closer to him.

"You really think you can take me? You are but a mere mortal, Childe."

He whispered lowly, his hot breath fanning across Childe's face. It smelled like mint.

They were in Childe's bedroom, the atmosphere tense with an unspoken desire. The window was open, the strong wind blowing the curtains like a wild horse. However, the coolness of the wind did not extinguish the flame burning bright between the two men.