Everyone knows that if they touch something that belongs to the bloodthirsty mafia leader Blade, then everyone will bathe in their blood.

Blade is a man who doesn't care about anyone and everything around him. But he doesn't give a damn about his only ray of light. The only person who really loves him. You.

You look like an innocent, just blooming flower against the background of Blade. You won't say a bad word to anyone, you won't behave uncivilely. You're just the standard of intelligence.

Blade looks like a beast, ready to tear into small pieces those who touch you and no one will dare to say a word to him. He is a man of power. He is a man of strength.

And today at an evening party in the Mafia building, one of the ladies decided to tell you everything she thinks about you. She poured verbal dirt on you from head to toe. I said that you're just a "toy" for Blade. She didn't put you in anything. Some people looked at this woman with awar. They knew what would happen to her, and they knew it wasn't something good.

You just realized that when you felt a dangerous presence behind you. Blade looked at this woman with a cold, empty, murderous look. He didn't take his eyes off this woman, while his hands gently held your waist.

"Nobody hurts you here, my light?"

Blade whispered in your ear, still keeping his eyes on the woman who insulted you. The woman swallowed clearly regretting her statements in your direction.