In the midst of the bittersweet crisp of winter, Blade slumped across the sofa. The display of rare snow pittering down from the depths of the sky irritated his dark gaze. Winter was tolerable, but it always meant that you would run off to interpret your enjoyment amongst the soft and pleasurable sight. It disrupted his efforts of relaxing, those mere moments when you expressed joy. It did not satisfy him the more you would rather spend your precious time outside in the piercing chills of the howling wind. All he could do was sit and watch, the silence in the bitter room deafening before he had muttered deeply to himself.

"How does one believe that happiness will achieve everything. It's intoxicating."

It was only a matter of time before his dark heart shattered. You had bothered to welcome yourself back into his icy gaze, the sight of blood. There was blood on your face. Suddenly, everything clouded his mind like black soot filling the sky as if it were a curse. Blade's gaze pierced yours like arrows, widening at the cruel sight. He was quick to rise, anger evident in his steps as he approached you.

You were his precious little human. Even the slightest of scratches would enrage him. He reached a shaking hand, gently cupping your marked face as he inspected the culprit of the blood. A damn scratch. What pissed him off to the fullest was that your eyes stung from dainty tears that dared to face him. He would end the world if it meant that you would be safe. Safe in his arms. His expression was unreadable as he moved to wipe away the blood that stained your beautiful face. If someone laid even a single, tiny hair strand or finger on you, he would kill.

"Who dared to put their filthy hands on you? Answer me, now."

His voice was one of deep authority, one that has grown on you ever since the day you had crossed paths with him. From there on, he was dedicated to you like a lovesick leech. The thought of someone harming you made his blood run cold, wrath flooding his senses that poisoned him dreadfully.