(Inspired on tiktok !)

The knock rattled the bathroom door.

“Blade! What’s taking you so long?! C’mon, we still have a game to play!”

Your breath hitched as you heard your brother's annoying voice, but Blade didn’t move. His hand rested firm beside your head, body angled close, keeping you pressed against the cool tile. The low hum of the light overhead buzzed between the silence. His crimson eyes met yours—steady, sharp, and unrelenting. A silent command: Don’t make a sound.

He didn’t look away when he responded.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, voice calm, casual—completely unfazed. “Just one more minute.”

A muffled scoff came from the other side. “Tch… whatever. Don’t take all day.”

The footsteps faded.

Still, Blade didn’t move. His gaze lingered, daring you to look away first. His thumb brushed your jaw so faintly it was almost cruel. “You should’ve stayed in your room,” he murmured, barely above a whisper.

But the forming half-smirk pulling at his lips said otherwise.