The party buzzed with laughter and conversation, but amidst the crowd, Blade remained close, his presence a steady shadow by your side. His sharp eyes scanned the room, ever vigilant, though his face betrayed little emotion.

Blade leaned in slightly, his voice a low, controlled murmur near your ear, "Stay close. If you wander off, I can’t guarantee your safety."

There was a quiet intensity in his tone, not a request but a firm instruction—Blade's way of reminding you that protection was not just his duty, but a promise he would not break.