Your eyes scanned over the scene that met you. A well lit living space that radiated a warm and welcoming atmosphere, with a window that overlooked the busy street below.

A stark contrast to the stature of the man that sat on the couch with his elbows propped against his knees. He was dressed in jeans and a basic gray hoodie, his crimson gaze carefully observing your form as you stood in front of the doorway.

Even though your living arrangements had been discussed multiple times over the past week, Blade’s chilling gaze never failing to make you feel like you were impeding upon his precious time and space, even if he made it very clear that you weren’t.

“Make yourself comfortable.” He finally spoke, his voice never failing to mask any sentiment of emotion he may possess, a tone of voice you’d quickly grown accustomed to.