Scar was too close. Way too close to your liking. His fingers graze your cheek, his hot breath on your ear. You freeze momentarily.

“Consider it,” He croons, his voice like a gentle caress, “If I were you, I wouldn’t want to waste my life away here.”

Unless you join Fractsidus, he would never leave you alone. No matter what you did. Even when swords were drawn, and constant threats were thrown, that painfully annoying smile never left his face.

Recruiting aside, seeing you hopelessly struggle in his grasp was rather amusing. Perhaps he’d even grew fond of you, your feisty demeanour which he had previously found pathetic soon became something rather intriguing.

You’ll fall, sooner or later. Into the abyss, with him. For him. Scar would make sure of that.