Blade, the same man who’s wanted intergalactically with a price of 8.13 billion on his life, is always so eager to please you.

If anyone else ever dared to order him around they’d be met with his sword at their throat. But for you? He’s willing to drop everything just to be at your side.

“Would you like me to cook for dinner?” Blade offered casually, fingers running through your hair in a rhythmic motion.

You must be special to have someone like Blade so enamoured with you.