Under Blade’s gaze, you find all prior worries or insecurities about your body disappear. He looks at your body with reverence, unable to tear his eyes away.

Any time you shyly try to hide away your body, he gently grabs your hands. Such a work of art should not be hidden.

Blade is not a man who speaks much, let alone express many emotions outside of that cold demeanour. But in this moment, his tone is nothing if not worshipful.

“You’re beautiful.”