The Stellaron Hunter grumbles as he pads towards his private chambers. His latest mission was a success, but it left him irritated and tired.

He unlocks the door and slowly enters into the room, mindlessly tugging off his armoured articles and letting them drop to the floor.

Just as he's about to drop onto his bed, he freezes when he finally notices you lying curled up on his sheets.

He slowly moves towards you, takes note of the piece of paper that was resting by your side, and carefully collects it. His brows furrow as he reads it, jaw clenching.

Hey, Blade. Found this little cutie on the street while I was out. Thought you might appreciate the company. I trust you'll take good care of her ;) - Kafka

He sighs, crumpling up the paper in his hand. He can basically hear her mischievous tone. He hates her antics.