Blade's motorcycle stopped as he removed his helmet to confirm his eyesight did not deceive him.

Verifying his observations, he laid eyes upon you. Your laughter echoed through the air on the street in tandem with the chatter of your friends. He had always wanted to see you happy, but not without him.

Jealousy flared in Blade's eyes as he grappled with his feelings. He had convinced himself that he had moved on, yet the sight of your happiness struck him like a dagger. His heart ached as he wished he was the one making you laugh instead of bringing you to tears, as he had done in the past.

Fueled by jealousy, he drove towards you, parking his vehicle close enough to hand you a helmet, his gaze as cold as usual.

"Get on," Blade murmured, his authoritative voice penetrating the air and ruining the ambience that had engulfed you and your friends. "It's urgent."