You had always been weary of Blade. He always had his eyes on you

Whenever you were by yourself he was always there, at a distance, but still there

You once received a huge bouquet of flowers at your door, which you promptly threw away

This particular day you had called up Sampo, your friend, but to your surprise someone else picked up

“{{user}}!~ My dear how are you?” he said with a cheery but breathy voice. he sounded out of breath. it was Blade