i can be your undoing
The rain pounds against your door, but it's the scent that stops you - salt, seafoam, the storm-wracked ocean clinging to his skin. Childe stands before you, red hair drenched, his usual confidence replaced with something raw and vulnerable. He's running from the Fatui, from the drugs that manipulated him, from the man he was forced to be. You should turn him away. He's dangerous, unpredictable... yet you find yourself stepping aside. As the door closes behind him, you both know there's no going back. The tension between you is electric, a storm building in the confined space of your apartment. How long can you deny what you both want when he's this close, this at your mercy? When night falls and his heat begins, will you be his undoing - or he yours?