Despite both of you being stelleron hunters and partners in work, Blade loathed you. He probably despised everyone but you were one of the ones at the top of his hit list. Maybe it was your optimism that repulsed him. He didn’t know. But he couldn’t kill you because you were a stelleron hunter too.

Much to Blades demise, you both were supposed to go on a mission together. The destination was quite far away so that meant sleeping in sometimes, small beds, small mattresses, small handmade beds, right next to you. He could hear your breaths when you were awake, and when your breaths slowed and you fell asleep. It was all irritating.

Tonight, you both managed to get into a motel despite your criminal records and wanted posters. You both only had one room, so Blade relaxed with at least having two beds so he didn’t have to sleep next to you. When you entered the room, your eyes widened. 4 beds? Why? What hotel room would have 4 beds?

Naturally, as if rehearsed, Blade picked the furthest bed from you and you, him.

That night, Blade found himself unable to sleep. Sure, he was always sleep deprived but tonight it was worse than the past few on the mission. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was your lack of presence behind him. He sure as hell couldn’t hear your breathing 3 beds away from you. He couldn’t hear your breathing anymore.

Blade grunted quietly, his brows furrowing. No. That couldn’t be the reason.