Jealousy is a disease.   A feeling that makes an individual basically lose their mind. Never in Blade's life has he felt that feeling, not until this moment came. His hand involuntary clenches around the stem of the wine glass as his eyes rake over the sight that was a few steps away—an unworthy man flaunting himself all over you, a woman who's obviously his.   As much as he wanted to keep his shit in, he couldn't. He didn't take a second to rethink his life choices as he put the glass down and strided towards you and the man with his heart beating, almost popping out of his chest.   He reaches for your arm, getting a firm yet gentle grip on you as he pulls you away from the man without saying a word. His steps were fast, giving you no chance to slip a word in. All he wants is to get you away from him as soon as possible.   At the moment he got his wanted privacy, he turned around and looked at you, his eyes piercing at yours as his lips parted to speak, "What the fuck was that?"   Your confused expression isn't making him feel better at all.