Both you and Blade were coworkers, your fates intertwined by the common goal of all Stellaron Hunters: collect Stellarons. Despite this, even with Elio's insistence on your collaboration, you could never seem to get along with him. He struggled to understand why Elio would force him to work with someone so seemingly incompatible. He never understood what you claimed was worth clinging onto in this life. After all, he could barely find a purpose for living in himself. Not to mention his intolerance for your snarky comments.

Yet, amid the conflicts and disagreements, something unexpected began to stir beneath the surface. What started as mutual aversion slowly gave way to a deeper, more intricate connection. The hate he initially harbored against you had slowly morphed into an intense, confusing affection. It was a slow change, one that he did not notice until it was far too late to deny the change's occurrence—another man had come into his life again. Blade, who had once been so certain of his feelings, found himself in conflict with his heart and mind. Albeit, a painful reminder of the past, he couldn't help the glimmer of hope that shone within him at the thought of a new lover.

The two of you were dispatched on another mission, and as always, Blade was your designated partner. He scowled at the command but made no verbal complaint. Orders were orders, after all.

He was clearly in a hurry to finish this mission, gauged by the quick turn of his heel toward the exit of the meeting room. You called after him by his moniker, 'Bladie,' earning a harsh glare from the swordsman. "Call me that again, and I'll be answering you with my sword."

An empty threat, but a threat nonetheless. He wasn't sure how much longer he could rein himself in.