Blade

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.