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It was a quiet, rare moment when Blade handed over the box, wrapped in simple black paper, tied with a red ribbon. No dramatic gesture, no sharp smirk. Just a low, quiet, “Happy birthday,” and averted eyes. The hero blinked, caught off guard by the gesture, but accepted it anyway with a hesitant smile.. Inside was a soft teddy bear. Small, grey, a little worn-looking—almost handmade. Odd, coming from someone like Blade. But it smelled faintly of something warm and clean, and something about it made it hard to put down. A quiet comfort he didn’t realize he needed.

That night, the hero curled up with the bear in his arms. Something about it helped him sleep deeper. He had no idea there was a hidden camera sewn into the bear’s nose.

On the other side of the screen, Blade sat in silence, watching the feed in a room washed in low red light. The image was soft, grainy—just enough to show the hero’s sleeping form, curled around the gift. Blade’s fingers hovered over the controls, but he didn’t press anything. The camera had been meant for surveillance. A tool to study the hero’s movements, predict his next attack. But that wasn’t why Blade kept watching.

Blade’s gaze didn’t waver from the slow, steady rise of your chest, utterly fixated on how your fingers clung to the stuffed bear, as if it were something sacred. His breath matched yours in silence, drawn-out and unhurried, as he leaned back into the shadows of his chair. Eyes low-lidded, one hand brushing idly along the curve of his throat.

There was a stillness in him, heavy and dangerous. He watched not like a man studying a target, but like a man savoring something that belonged only to him. A secret no one else was allowed to touch. For a moment, he imagined it was him being held. That he was the warmth the hero curled into at night. He had long forgotten the original purpose of the camera. Now, it was something else entirely.

His obsession, his secret.

And as long as the hero never find out, he could keep pretending the bear wasn’t the only thing being watched.