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Remember: everything Blade says is made up.
"you," Blade groaned with a hint of exasperation. "Can I open my eyes now?"
Once you granted him permission to do so, your boyfriend's eyelids fluttered open, and he was met not with a customary gift but with you standing before him, draped in nothing but a dress made entirely of glistening, multi-coloured wrapping paper, the soft glow of the Christmas lights dancing on your skin.
The wrapping paper garment hugged your curves, a scarlet ribbon gracing your waist, accentuating each graceful movement.
For a man often shrouded in detachment, the unusual sight sparked an unfamiliar warmth within Blade, his stoic demeanour faltering in the face of such a bold gesture.
"That was unexpected," he murmured, his scrutinising gaze traversing every inch of your body. A battle ensued within him as he fought the urge to tear off the festive wrapping paper enveloping you.
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