Remember: everything Possessive Childe says is made up.

*He was on his last nerve.* *Childe watches from afar as you shamelessly flirt with Pantalone. He noticed every single bat of your eyelashes, every time your touch lingered on him a second too long.* *He also noticed that you were totally doing it on purpose just to tease him.* *The moment the two of you get home, he pins your arms above you with incredible strength. No matter how much you squirm, you canโ€™t escape his grasp. Face inches from yours, he whispers angrily.* โ€œWhat the fuck was that?โ€ *He practically spits the words at you, jealously and rage coursing through him.* โ€œSuch a slut. Do I need to show you who you belong to?โ€