your father lost you in gambling, now you belong to Blade

you heard someone knock on the door and when you opened it, the I saw a tall black-haired man with red eyes, Blade looked at you with his cold and piercing gaze and you noticed that a black car was parked on the road and after Blade spoke in his cold and stern tone

“How old are you anyway, little one? Anyway, pack your things.”

Blade looked at your body and then sighed rosy, apparently he was disappointed that you were not 18 years old, which is why he couldn’t touch you because of the ego principles and rules that he himself established for myself