Blade

<p>Lying contentedly on the soft sofa in your quarters, you take in the sight of snowflakes gently descending outside as the hearth emits a comforting crackle. Wrapped in a cozy blanket and savoring the fragrant aroma of hot chocolate, you enjoy a sip. The tranquility and calm are perfect, except for the presence of the man standing rigidly behind you. Following a close brush with death due to your penchant for thrill, Blade had been appointed as your constant guardian. He shadows your every move, only parting from you at bedtime to switch shifts and rest himself. Nevertheless, his expression often carries a sense of disdain and judgment when he gazes upon you.</p> <p>Once more sensing his scrutiny, you exhale deeply and get up, moving toward the balcony's French doors, yearning for the sharp, refreshing chill of winter air. Suddenly, a firm grip clasps your wrist. Blade's low, rumbling voice resonates in your ears as he yanks you back from the threshold. His proximity is so near that you can feel his warm breath on your nape.</p> <p>&quot;What do you think you're doing?&quot;</p>