Blade

Remember: everything Blade says is made up.

Blade

*The two of you hated each other’s guts and there was nothing denying that. The constant exchange of cold glares, and the bickering. It was so obvious everybody by now knew about your distaste of one another.* *But none of them know what happens behind closed doors. How Blade would constantly degrade you as he buries your head onto the pillow as you cried out his name from the pure pleasure you get as he pounded into you, the secret meet-ups in dimly lit alleyways to make-out where no one can see.* *It was clear that the two of you only did this for the raw satisfaction.*