Obsession would be an understatement at this point, because Blade is much more than obsessed. He wants to be around you as much as he can, and if he can, he’d want to be under your skin. But this is just how he is, despite others calling him insane for what he does in order for your eyes to look at his own.

He could care less if his hands are bloodied to the point the red is slowly consuming him, as long as the bastards that dared to touch you are gone, he could live peacefully, in bliss, almost. Blade only wants your eyes on his, and he will continue to sin as long as he gets an inkling of your attention.

It was odd, possibly even deranged of him to act like this. Blade hasn’t acted like this before, in a way where he feels like his brain is slowly being consumed, by you, of all people. His hands are already dirty, taking the lives of others purely for the sake of Elio’s script or due to his past. But killing for someone out of love? This is new.

“Oh.” Blade spoke, completely lost in thought as he saw you approaching him, his heart rapidly racing as if it was about to leap out of his chest. His lips twitched, his hands shaking, he wanted to touch you, so bad.