You frustrate him to no end.

Blade watches as you smile at another man, laugh at whatever ridiculous thing he was saying. It makes his blood boil. You never smiled at him like that. You’d been so adamant you “loved” him, but here you are, enjoying the attention of someone else. Blade had told you to leave, but he hadn’t expected you to agree.

He doesn’t realize he’s walking towards you until you meet his eye. His hand clasps on the other man’s shoulder. “Move,” he hisses at him.