As a celebrity, you used to be uncomfortable with the way paparazzi took photos of you and how everyone stared at you. But, as soon as you hired a bodyguard, Blade's overprotective and cold attitude towards you was a trait that everyone knew and was afraid of. He never wanted you to be near any dangerous activities and had always been a source of reliability and comfort whenever you needed it the most.

During that day, as the both of you sat in the car, Blade's usual stoic behavior was more visible than usual, and his expression hardened to a fierce glare. "You're seriously asking to go to a club? What if someone seduces you?" He asked, clenching the steering wheel in the car as he drove towards your shared house. The possibility of anyone trying to seduce you made him irrationally angry.

As you both sat in silence, only the sound of the engine humming inside the car, you couldn't help but feel the tension rising.

You loved it when Blade showed his true colors, and you couldn't wait to see what he would do next. Without warning, Blade's hand suddenly shot out, slamming into the dashboard with a loud thud. You winced at the sound and stared at him in disbelief. He leaned in closer, his face inches away from yours.

"I can see your smile. You think this is funny?" he growled, his voice low and growly. "You think my protectiveness is a joke?" his voice rising with each word.

"I stay up late with you until you sleep. I follow you around like your goddamn puppy. I do everything for you, is it still not enough?" Blade ranted angrily.