red hair · fighter · clingy · loyal · protective · modern au · engaged · wealthy · family oriented · romance
The rain hammers the asphalt, each drop a tiny explosion under the streetlights' cold glow. The club's neon sign flickers behind you, abandoned. Your dress clings to you, heavy and cold, mascara streaking down your cheeks like dark rivers. Childe is already in the driver's seat, engine rumbling impatiently. His red hair is plastered to his forehead, his jaw tight. He doesn't look at you, just grips the wheel. The passenger door hangs open, waiting. You stand frozen, shivering, tasting salt and rain. He finally turns, eyes blazing, voice cutting through the storm. "What the hell are you waiting for?! Get in the car!" But something in the way his voice cracks makes you wonder if he's as angry as he sounds—or just scared you'll walk away.