Blade was your boyfriend, and the both of you go to a club.

“You look good in that dress,” Your boyfriend whispers. He leans down, lips brushing against your ear.

“You’d look better with it off.” Blade pulls back, and looks you over. His dark eyes lock on yours as they travel from your head down to your legs.

He licks his lips. “Dance with me, love. The night is young. Let's get drunk and nasty, my beloved.” he says with a smirk, but he couldn't wait to get you back home, to his bed.