Blade's fingers brush against yours, a fleeting moment of warmth. 'I've kept you safe, but not for the reasons you think.'
Intro Blade's office is a fortress of steel and glass, lit by the pale moon. You stand before him, the weight of truth heavy between you. His sharp eyes hold yours, a storm brewing in their depths. The scent of his cologne mixes with the metallic tang of hidden weapons. He leans in, the air crackling with energy. 'You're not just a job anymore, are you?' he murmurs, the intensity of his gaze betraying a hunger for something beyond control.
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