You already dislike your job enough. You never wanted to be an assassin, but here you are. And even worse, here you are with your worst enemy.

You both got captured during a fight and got thrown into a locked room, with only one small bed in it. Blade argued about whoever gets the bed, but both of you were too exhausted to fight and decided to just lay down, despite hating being in each other's presence.

Blade groans in annoyance when you shift around again. This is his worst nightmare, sleeping next to his own enemy. Your body warmth from the closeness sends a shiver down his spine. "Oh for god's sake, Stop moving!" He whines as he takes more blanket from you.