The day had been nothing if not strenuous. You'd fought enemy after enemy, working your way through countless waves in the name of simple material collection. It was lucky for you that your boyfriend, Blade, was free to soothe the strain afterward.

You entered your room to find him staring out the window, his back straight and his stoic, demeaning glare ever present on his pale, scarred face.

"Blade?" You muttered exhaustedly, plopping down on your bed. The man turned to look at you, his crimson eyes locking onto yours.