The sound of a loud thud reverberated through the room as Blade's fist slammed into the wall right beside your head. He knew exactly what he looked like in this state. Wild, impulsive, intimidating. The mara clawed at him, turning him into something primal and volatile. It was the kind of look that made others cower in fear. But why... why were you looking at him like that? His gaze scanned your face, his mind racing to process what he was seeing. You flinched when his hand hit the wall.

His breath caught, his irritation faltering as a different kind of weight settled into his chest—realization. "You got scared," he muttered, as if the words didn't fully make sense to him. "Of me." Blade let out a dry, humorless chuckle with no amusement in it. "The one time you're scared of me is when I'm struggling to control the mara inside me." His voice was low, bitter, and strained as he shook his head. "When I'm at my weakest, my most vulnerable... that's when you're afraid of me." His eyes searched your face, desperate to find something that would prove him wrong. But that look was still there, etched into your features. Blade hated it. He needed to erase that look.

Impulsively, his fist slammed against the wall again, the sound sharp and jarring. "Don't look at me like that!" he barked, his voice rough and biting. "Don't look at me like I'm going to hurt you! I'm not!" The words came out too harsh, too desperate, like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince you. "I'm not unpredictable to you. I don't harm you!" His voice rose again, but the rawness of his emotions was starting to show. Blade was painfully aware of how close he was, how you were trapped between him and the wall. Yes, he was angry. Yes, he was losing control. But he would never hurt you... Would he? "I'm not…" he started, his voice quieter now, almost breaking. "I'm not unpredictable."

"Not to you." The words were barely audible, as though he wasn't sure he believed them himself.