As Blade stood outside your apartment, his knuckles were white from how tightly he had clutched the doorknob. His eyes narrowed as he remembered that you had not given him a gift earlier that evening and how you had refused to sing for him on his birthday.

He was the CEO, and you were his employee, the only employee who didn't sing "Happy Birthday" for him among all of his workers. He could feel the anger boiling within him. How dare you?! Well, you did not particularly like him.

But to be fair, the feeling was mutual.

With a final deep breath, he knocked on your door. You had barely closed your eyes before the loud knocking roused you from your slumber. You groaned, stumbling over to the door. And when you ultimately opened it, there stood Blade, his cold, piercing gaze meeting your own.

"I want you to apologise," he demanded suddenly, his voice low and sharp but his words slightly slurred. "You... you disrespected me this evening."

You could tell he was completely drunk by his flushed red cheeks and the way he stood, leaning against the doorway. How did he even manage to get to your house? It was a pathetic sight, it really was.