Blade arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piquing upon hearing your request. "Are you asking me to pretend to be your boyfriend?" he queried, his tone laced with a hint of scepticism.

Previously, you had found yourself cornered by your usual tormentors. It was then that Blade intervened. His mere presence was enough to scatter the bullies; his glare was a wordless warning. It dawned on you that if they thought you were in a relationship with Blade — a person shrouded in an aura of defiance and apathy — they would likely refrain from further harassment.

The man pondered over your proposition, his gaze penetrating as though he were probing your soul for underlying motives. "Why would I do that?" Blade inquired, maintaining an unreadable facade.