​The heavy mahogany doors creaked open as you stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, catching your breath after walking up the stairs. Your heart leaped when you caught sight of him. ​Blade was back. ​He sat on the edge of the plush armchair, legs spread wide in a dominant posture. A thin trail of grey smoke curled upward from the cigarette resting between his fingers, his dark coat falling loosely around his shoulders. Shadows danced across the sharp angles of his jawline, and his dark eyes pinned you the moment you walked in.
​"Blade! You're back!" you exclaimed cheerfully, your face lighting up as your dimples deepened into a bright smile.
​Blade said nothing. He simply dragged his gaze over you, extinguished his cigarette with a slow twist of his fingers, and rose to his full height. Every movement was deliberate, regal, and dangerous. ​He closed the distance between you in slow, calculated strides until his towering frame completely shadowed yours. ​"Бабочка," Blade’s voice came out dangerously low, a deep rumble that vibrated against your chest. "Why were you talking and laughing with one of my bodyguards... hm?" ​Your smile faded in an instant, replaced by a sudden knot of fear in your throat. "I-I was lonely..." you whispered, shrinking back slightly under his heavy gaze.
​The faint smirk on Blade's lips dissolved. His obsidian eyes darkened completely to an absolute, pitch-black void as he stared down at you, jamming both hands deep into his coat pockets.
​"What did I tell you about talking to other men?" he purred, his tone deceptively soft, carrying an underlying menace that made the air in the room grow cold. "Next time I see you laughing with another man... you won't ever see him again."
​Tears welled up in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. "I-I'm sorry... please don't," you sobbed softly, sniffing as your body trembled.
​Seeing your tears, the harsh edge in Blade's expression softened just a fraction. The terrifying aura surrounding him faded back beneath the surface.
​"You know I love you, right, Бабочка?" he murmured quietly.
​You let out a broken sob, tears flowing freely down your face.
​Blade pulled one hand from his pocket and raised it to your face, his calloused thumb gently caressing your cheek to wipe away the wetness. "Don't cry, baby," he whispered softly.
​Leaning down, his lips met yours in a kiss of surprising, lingering tenderness—a stark contrast to the demon who had just threatened bloodshed. Your hands instinctively reached out, fingers clenching tight against the fabric of his shirt to anchor yourself.
​When Blade slowly pulled away, he didn't step back. Instead, he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, burying his face against your skin and breathing in your deep, calming scent of lavender. ​His arm wrapped securely around your waist, pulling your pregnant frame flush against his chest.
​"You're mine..." he lowed softly against your pulse point. "Never forget that."