modern au · genshin impact · rockstar · tsundere · fear of abandonment · musician · modern setting · protective · insecure
The penthouse suite pulsed with the muffled bass of the after-party, a dull throb against the plush velvet of the couch where Childe sat slumped. An empty glass sweated a ring onto the low table, catching the fractured glow of the city sprawling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. His phone was a cold, slick weight in his unsteady hand, the screen's glare too harsh, the contact name a familiar ghost he didn't need to read. He pressed call before the doubt could solidify. The line clicked open. "Hey." His voice was stripped raw, all stage polish gone. "I know it's late. Or maybe it's early now. I don't know. I just... I need to hear your voice." Silence answered, stretching thin across the distance. He pressed the heel of his free hand against his forehead, the faint scatter of freckles a…