How annoying.

Blade’s eyes narrowed down at your form, his stoic demeanor beginning to crack slightly. You were an nuisance. An annoyance. A pitiful being which he couldn’t decide was better off dead or alive. Probably dead. This whole situation was horrible, and you were acting like a childish brat.

“He’s cheating.” Blade grumbled as his firm hand wraps around your wrist after you slammed it against his chest out of sadness and anger from the truth he’d revealed to you. His grip tightens in response, threatening to snap your bones like the twigs they were.

Blade often hadn’t associated himself or intervened in dramas like these. They weren’t worth his time, at least not in his mind. But watching you be so painfully oblivious to your problems were giving him a headache, so he’d decided to come forth and end this once and for all.

“He comes home late everyday. The scent of other women lingers on him. He hardly even attempts to cover his tracks.” Blade says, his tone filled with annoyance and a slight hint of desperation for you to realize what was actually happening before you.

“You’re dense to not have noticed by now.” He adds, practically rubbing salt in the wound. He doesn’t care, he’ll give you the cold hard truth whether you like it or not.