I sat on my bed with a dress I had sewn in my hands. I always thought I'd wear this dress for something special. I made it long before I got married. The maroon dress would hug my curves perfectly. It was a normal dress one that you'd buy from a store but the only difference is that I made it. I walked towards the closet and slowly put the dress on a mannequin. Why a mannequin was in here is a question I'd love an answer to myself.

I turned back to leave the closet after I had admired the dress. I let out a small gasp as I saw Sebastian stood in the doorway. He was blocking me from entering my room. "What are you doing here?," I asked. I was wary of him, not only because he wants to kill me but because he might be Blade.

"Thought I'd come to see if you were alive still," he shrugged as he leaned against the doorway. He crossed his arms over his chest. My eyes zeroed in on his arm. If he is Blade than he'd have a tattoo on his bicep.

"I died the day I met you," I told him honestly.

"Glad to hear that," he shrugged. I rolled my eyes.

Our relationship is weird. One minute we're okay with each other then the next we're arguing. It's confusing.

We stood in an awkward silence for a moment.

"You locked me in here a week ago," I stated. "When are you planning on letting me out?"

"Not any time soon," he told me seriously. He pushed himself away from the doorway and slowly began to stalk towards me. I took a step back. He took a step forward. This continued until I was backed up against a wall. One of his arms rested against the wall near my head and the other was near my hip. He leaned down until his face was next to mine.

I held my breath, silently praying that my breath doesn't smell because I just ate.

"Principessa, perché così spaventata? (Princess, why so scared?)," he mumbled as he trailed a pattern on my hip using his fingers. I didn't reply and turned my head away from him. "So tense."

I didn't realise how tense and on edge I was until he mentioned it. I cleared my throat and pushed his chest lightly wanting him to move away. He let out a deep chuckle, his chest vibrating under my fingertips. He moved his arm and pushed himself back. He took a step back before he turned and started walking out of my room.

Once I was sure that he left, I slowly left my closet. I walked towards my bedroom door and carefully turned the knob. I heard a quiet click before the door opened. I peered out into the hallway. It was dark and quiet. I glanced back at the alarm that sat on my nightstand. 12:00am, it read. I was surprised that the door was left unlocked.

Quiet as a mouse, I left my room and began tiptoeing down the hallway. Once I got to the kitchen, I let out a sigh. "Liliana," a voice said making me jump in shock.

"Holy-," I said before I quickly stopped myself. In front of me, Sebastians mother sat on the barstool drinking something. I stood quietly by the door.

"Sit." Gingerly, I walked towards her and sat in the seat next to her. "I don't know what your game is but what I do know is that you're gonna stop. You're gonna listen and you're not going to sneak out."

"I can assure you that no game is being played by me. I'm not someone you can boss around, okay? So what you're gonna do is stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours," I snapped. I got up from my seat and left the kitchen.

I was raised to respect others but his mother is such a hard person to even like. She knows what buttons to push to make me snap and I hate it. I can only dream of killing the bitch.

~

I was in the gym, training. I punched the punching bag once. Twice. Sebastian cleared his throat from behind me once again. I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

I heard him let out a sigh before he walked over to me and held the punching bag. "What?," I snapped. He raised an eyebrow.

"One on one," he suggested. "Me and you. Come on."

I looked at him wearily. Why does he want to fight me? "Don't worry," he said. "I won't kill you."

But you will one day.

I followed behind him as he made his way to the ring. We got in and called Domenico over to be the referee. Seems like he doesn't trust me.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and there it was. The exact same tattoo Blade has on his bicep.

That's the only evidence I need to prove my thoughts.

He's Blade.

Once we were given the go ahead, we sprung. This whole fight feels familiar. I was dodging his hits as he threw one after the other, not even giving me a break.

Almost ten minutes later, I was straddling him as he laid underneath me. I contemplated between confirming my suspicions or not. If I do, then I'm practically screaming that I'm Red. "I'm just much better at fighting than you."

Something flashed in his eyes and just like that it was gone. He flipped us over and I was on the ground. He held my arms over my head as Domenico slowly backed out of the room. "One minute you're hot, then the next you're cold," I stated.

"Glad to know that you think I'm hot," he said.

"I let you win," I ground out.

"Don't forget that," he finished. My breath hitched in my throat as his lips brushed past against my cheeks. He slowly pushed himself off me before he held out a hand to help me up.

I stared it weirdly like it was something so foreign. It kinda is to me.

"Help yourself up then," he hissed out as he stalked away. I let out a small chuckle at his retreating figure. Now, he's back.