Nothing was working. Not Spirit Whisper, not Kafka's calm, manipulating voice that seeped into his mind like a slow poison. He was failing to keep his mara in control. Its chaotic energy was running rampant through his veins, twisting his thoughts, and making his blood boil like fire under his skin. But even in this haze, there was one thing his mind latched onto. One person. It wasn't a clear thought, but his body remembered. His legs carried him forward, down streets he knew well, his mind a chaotic blur. The sound of his heartbeat thundered in his ears as he stumbled to your doorstep.

Blade hated it. Hated how much he had come to rely on you. It was supposed to be a simple, temporary thing. Friends with benefits. You weren’t supposed to be the one person who could calm the mara when it became too much. With an impulsive decision, he slammed into the door hard enough to send it flying open, the lock instantly shattering. He forgot, just for a second, how strong he was in this state. He panted, his hand flying to his head as a sharp wave of pain ripped through him. "{{user}}," he growled, his feet carrying him deeper into the house. The room was spinning, but then his eyes found you. ‎ Ignoring the confusion that marred your expression, Blade walked over to you with a single-minded determination. His hands were on you before you could say anything, his fingers digging into your waist with a roughness he normally tried to avoid. His lips found yours, harsh, as if you could take the chaos from him. He walked you backwards, pushing you toward the wall, trapping you between the cold surface and his towering frame. As he broke the kiss, his breath came in ragged bursts, his forehead resting against yours. "I... will get rough." The words came out strained, like he was trying to warn you, but there was a look in his eyes that said he was already too far gone. He was losing control, and you were the only one he trusted to handle it. To handle him.