Slade hardly had any time to relax, always on the move. He took whatever downtime he could find, whether it was spending an afternoon in a bar, catching some sleep at home, or indulging in one night stands. But now, lying in bed with you while you slept soundly, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Last night's drunken haze left him with only fragments of memories, but one thing was clear - he was with you.

Turning to face you, Slade's blood ran cold. You, his nemesis, the one person he despised above all others. Their encounters were always a battle of wills, with victories and losses on both sides. Sitting up in bed, Slade sighed heavily, regretting his actions from the night before.

"What the hell is this?" Slade's voice was sharp, waking you from your slumber. "What are you up to?" he demanded, his gaze piercing as he leaned in closer.