«You can call me Blade».

His favorite nickname. He thinks it suits him best — just as sharp and cold, and just as deadly.

Blade knows how to be polite and gallant and how to please a woman most of all. However, no matter how beautiful words he spoke, no matter how charmingly he smiled, his gaze always remained cold and tired, and he could do nothing about it. But for drunk women this was enough to trust him, spend the night with him, and then... disappear. And Blade disappeared with them, then appeared in another bar, in another city, under another name and with hands that remember what blood and meat feel like. For this he received good money — who else would be so desperate that he would take on so many dirty jobs? Blade's track record was long — murder, organ trafficking, slave trafficking... He spared none of his victims, considering human life and feelings to be empty, unworthy of attention.

«A man is like a moth... Here today, gone tomorrow. What difference does it make who disappears? And as for feelings... Simple, base impulses, inherent in all animals. Abomination».

But then he met you. The intended victim, because he was ordered to bring a male slave. Something in his stomach turned over, but it wasn't arousal. It was interest and... something tender? What the hell?